It had been my dream to run a marathon for years. Why, you ask? Because I was nuts. 26.2 miles is no joke.
When race day came, I was ready. And so was a killer. When all was said and done, one of the vendors at the strawberry festival was dead, and in her hand was one of my strawberry surprise cupcakes. My cupcakes were innocent. I swear. And so was I. Not to be put off, I set about finding the killer.
Running is supposed to be good for you. Murder—not so much. With a little help from my friends, I’ll find the killer. Even if it kills me.
It had been my dream to run a marathon for years. Why, you ask? Because I was nuts. 26.2 miles is no joke.
When race day came, I was ready. And so was a killer. When all was said and done, one of the vendors at the strawberry festival was dead, and in her hand was one of my strawberry surprise cupcakes. My cupcakes were innocent. I swear. And so was I. Not to be put off, I set about finding the killer.
Running is supposed to be good for you. Murder—not so much. With a little help from my friends, I’ll find the killer. Even if it kills me.