CHAPTER TEN
Friday, 8 a.m. – 1 day 7 hours before the wedding
That morning, Angie felt as if she’d been run over by a train after the twin disasters of Chef Maurice absconding with the money for her reception and then having to serve her Friday night wedding party chicken and succotash. She hoped it wasn’t an omen for Saturday’s meal. The only thing not mucked up, so far, was that she would still have her beautiful wedding cake, assuming the bakery didn’t burn down, which at this point was a distinct possibility.
The only bright spot in her dismal existence was that Paavo made it to her apartment last night around ten p.m. He told her that he and Yosh were 99.9% certain they knew who the murderer was in the case they were working and were on the trail of evidence to prove it.
When sh
