Arsenic and Adobo (Tita Rosie's Kitchen Mystery, #1)

by Mia P. Manansala

wasn’t going to let them pull anything on us, not again.

Hmmm 🤔

“Anak!” My aunt grabbed my arm. “We have nothing to hide and Jonathan’s right. The sooner they solve this case, the sooner I get my restaurant back. Right?” she asked, looking at the detective.

We all need a lawyer. Never talk to the police without one.

Not after what happened with Ronnie . . .”

WTF happen with Ronnie dammit

Ronnie was my screw-up cousin and Tita Rosie’s only child. He didn’t live in Shady Palms anymore, but when he did, he’d had a habit of rifling through our belongings, stealing and/or selling off our stuff to support his other, equally illegal habit. Which was another reason it was so ridiculous

to be accused of being a drug runner.

Drug abuse is a serious problem, and I don’t appreciate you acting like you’re too smart to be affected by it.”

hush puppies?”

“Because you didn’t do it.” Mrs. Long kept her eyes on her plate. “We both know that.” “But how—”

Cause that hoe did it!

I don’t trust him.

“You already know the woman who first owned this cafe died, right? Of an overdose?” I nodded. “That was my sister, Jo. She’d worked so hard to get clean,

That tracks. Because who owns a coffee shop and sells pastries, but don’t know how to sell decent coffee and pastries hello!