By Gillian Roberts
Famous Broadway playwright and television manufacturer Lyle Zacharias is throwing himself a lavish celebration in his homeland of Philadelphia. visitors comprise his present spouse, ex-wives, pals, former partners—not to say Amanda Pepper and her personal irrepressible mom, Bea. but while Lyle drops lifeless in the course of a speech, apparently the most probably culprit is none except Bea, whose present was once fifty scrumptious, yet it sounds as if poisoned, tarts!
It's as much as Amanda to transparent her mother's identify and locate the genuine murderer…before she or he moves back! yet Amanda herself could be the subsequent aim! Who says educating isn't really intriguing? With to any extent further pleasure, Amanda must retire prior to she hits thirty-one…if she lives that lengthy!
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