Purses and Poison. Dorothy Howell

had put in my trunk. “Bring it upstairs and we’ll try it out.”

      “I don’t think that’s a latte machine,” Shuman said, after a quick peek into the trunk. “I need to talk to you about Claudia Gray’s murder.”

      “You found the murderer already?” I asked, hoping that somehow a miracle had happened and this nightmare was over.

      Shuman shook his head. “No. I want to find out why you lied about what you were doing in the stockroom that day.”