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.

I am so furious, it feels like I might explode.

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.