The Art Of Love And Murder (2014) - Plot & Excerpts
“The name’s Jenny, Dad. Why on earth would you call out Lacy’s name?” She strolled out of the kitchen, bread and butter in hand and stopped abruptly when she saw his face. He probably looked like the mouse the cat caught. “Oh, my God! Did she spend the night here last night?” Her laugh reminded him of the joyful squeals when he’d tickle his baby Jenny. He shook his head. “What’s up with you?” His personal life occupied way too much of the conversation between them lately. “You haven’t found anyone good enough to bring home. Until now.” She leaned against the kitchen doorframe. “You’re on the way to having a life.” The bread and butter waved in the air. “I did bring her home. She was remanded into my custody for your information.” He hung his jacket on the coat tree, and with downcast eyes walked past her into the kitchen. His little white lie probably hung on his face like a sign. “There was an incident last night. Lacy found the curator dead at the museum.”
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