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“No, Don’t Shoot!”

Margie grabbed the police chief’s arm as he was taking aim; instinctively he swung around. There was a loud explosion as the gun went off. The illustrious Dr. Marguerite Hinckley’s body plummeted to the floor. Henry dropped to his knees beside her and began crying out, “Oh my God, what have I done?” In shock and disbelief, Mel watched from her vantage point outside the window. An extra surge of adrenaline shot through her body, reminding the relatively new private investigator she had to quickly distance herself from the unimaginable scene just witnessed. Mel had been hired to follow Margie by her husband, Seth, in order to find out if his wife was having an affair. Little did she know that the horror viewed scarcely minutes earlier was only a preview of what was to come, as she is thrown into the middle of what may be the strangest and most bizarre murder investigation she will likely ever know.