Poison.
Dorothia Hartwell had seen a pregnant woman, a daughter-in-law she had never approved of, an easy target. She had not known that Vivien had spent 2 years undercover with the Russian mafia.
She had not known that Vivien had caught serial killers. She had not known that Vivien could identify poison profiles the way most women identified wine.
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She had definitely not known that her Thanksgiving surprise would unravel 40 years of dark family secrets. Murders disguised as natural deaths. Victims who stayed silent. Α pattern of evil hidden behind charity galas and society smiles.
The gravy boat trembled in Dorothia Hartwell’s hands as she smiled at Vivien.
“I made this one special just for you, dear.”
The words floated across the mahogany dining table like a blessing wrapped in silk.
