Death Row (Alibis Collection, #1)

by Freida McFadden

His instinct to take a shower is a good one. Noel has lost his sense of smell, but I haven’t, and I am very aware that he reeks of another woman’s perfume.

If I came into my kitchen and smelled gas the way I do now, I would know not to use the oven and possibly to call the fire department. Noel wouldn’t know, though.

didn’t kill my husband. I’m innocent.” Albert is quiet for a moment, his fingers frozen on the syringe that will paralyze my muscles. He exchanges looks with Rhea and then lets out a deep sigh. “Yes,” he says, “we know.” What?