Aubrey James paced the tables as if he were inspecting a firing squad rather than judging a cook-off at the county fair. He was a tall, spare man who walked with a pronounced stoop and clenched his hands firmly behind his back. A frock coat and a beaver top hat would have placed him comfortably in the eighteenth century where…
Josh glared at his laptop’s screen, “Where mystery novels go to die.” It was his tenth opening just this morning and not a single one had led anywhere. At least this one had the decency to die quickly unlike the three full pages of crap he’d given to Felicity James, clearly Aubrey’s evil twin sister.
He reached for his coffee, but it was long gone cold. He took a sip anyway.
Then he looked up in some shock. The restaurant which had been comfortably dark, only the
