Death by Jello

S Furlong-Bolliger

Description

Bailey isn't too thrilled with the fact that she had to bring a jello salad to her real estate office's Thanksgiving party, and even less happy when her boss suddenly drops dead after eating it. When the police arrive to investigate, Bailey soon finds that the world of selling houses is a LOT more cutthroat than even she had realized. A short story from our Fingerprints line.

Sujets

• Short story

Informations

• Publié par: Untreed Reads
• Date de parution: 16 novembre 2010
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781611870329
• Langue: English

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Death by Jello
By S. Furlong-Bolliger
Copyright 2010 by S. Furlong-Bolliger
Cover Copyright 2010 by Dara England and Untreed Reads Publishing
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Death by Jello
By S. Furlong-Bolliger
“Jello?” squawked Judith, eyeing me with disdain. “That wasn’t your assigned dish,” she pointed out. Judith was the uptight type. Which is probably why she was the top seller at Getmore Real Estate.
“Well, I happen to love jello,” Bill piped up, adjusting his collar so that it peeked out neatly from under his sweater vest.
“Yes, but Bailey was assigned a side dish, not dessert.” Judith took my deli container and gave me a nasty once over. “Did you happen to bring a serving bowl?”
I shrugged. What did it really matter? “Geez, Judith, this is just an office party, not fine dining.”
“What is