In this short story prequel, Trixie and her friends Berklie and Sophie, considered themselves typical thirty something females until someone turned up murdered in their newly opened bookstore/wine bar.
They thought they would be living out their dream in their new shop not trying to catch a killer.
Who killed Sylvia and why?
Or was one of them the intended target?
“Not again! That bitch Sylvia. This is the last straw. I’m calling Tom and telling him he better have a word with her. This has gone too far.”
“Uh, Berklie. I don’t think it was Sylvia this time.”
“What are you saying?” Berklie asked but realized what I meant when she saw where I was pointing.
As Sylvia sprawled out on the floor. Clearly dead. “I don’t think she will be bothering us anymore,” said Sophie. I reached for my phone and dialed 911. “911, what’s your emergency?”
“I’m calling to report a murder …”