Some recipes call for sugar. This one called for revenge. I own a coffeehouse. Two doors down, another woman built something just as worth loving - until she turned up dead in her own kitchen, and a clock started ticking that has nothing to do with grief. I don't much care for convenient timing, and I like it even less when somebody else does. Pour yourself a cup, Detective. This one's sweet going down, and bitter after.
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