I Received 100 Yellow Roses While My Husband Was Away On Business—The Strange Number Of Flowers Made Me Call The Police

my favorite coffee creamer, and held me through my father’s funeral.

Had he been researching the murders?

Or had he taken part in them?

By midnight, Daniel had become the prime suspect.

I never slept.

The next morning, Detective Kellan returned carrying the forensic results from the florist order.

“The fingerprints are not Daniel’s,” he said.

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