Murder at Lowry House (Hazel Martin Mysteries #1)

by Leighann Dobbs

“Technically, the arsenic itself is neutral, but it can change the flavor of the food. Most people say it creates a metallic taste.” Hazel rifled through one of the two notebooks which lay open on the scuffed pine table in front of her. As a novelist, Hazel kept copious notes on various methods of murder,

thought. A misshapen blob of ink splattered onto the middle of the empty page, as if to taunt

finely polished oak cabinets, and the copper jelly molds that glinted in the sunlight streaming down from windows set high on the wall. Even the stacks of yellow-glazed pottery mixing bowls that lined the pine shelves on the large hutch that dominated one wall reminded

child, nor was she carefree. She was a widow. A grown woman with a book to write and precious few ideas on how to start it. Alice looked at Hazel out of the corner of her eye. “Detective Chief Inspector Gibson would know the best way to use arsenic.” Hazel looked down at her notebook, not wanting Alice to see the pang of sadness that