Evie Dalton. She's a spanking new coroner with her very own death-mobile. Her first case - an old man sitting in his easy chair. Cake, right? The problem - he's frozen solid. And the dagger in his chest keeps changing colors from silver to white.
She wants to touch the dagger, but knows she shouldn't.
She really shouldn't have.
Okay, this one's completely different than my previous ones. It focuses solely on the precipitating event rather than the plot. I like it because it's quick and spunky, not to mention modelled on Misery. But I don't know that it gives enough information, and the ending seems off.
Life's a book and all is well.
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