By Cleo Coyle
While one among her baristas unwittingly serves a toxic latte to a favourite determine at the style scene, Clare Cosi needs to discover a few jolting secrets and techniques to avoid wasting her store.
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Extra info for Latte Trouble (Coffeehouse Mysteries, No. 3)
For now, I was forced to stand by and watch as the detectives placed handcuffs on Tucker’s wrists and led him through the doors to a parked squad car. As the police vehicle drove away, two detectives commanded me and my staff to step away from the counter. Then I helplessly watched as they wrapped my espresso machine, sink, and pastry case with fat rolls of police tape—the bright yellow color providing an incongruously sunny backdrop to the death black words that gave my coffee bar its new name: CRIME SCENE.
Look, Ms. Cosi. ” The detective sighed. His shoulders drooped as if the weight of the world were slowly crushing them. ’ ” Hutawa paused, shook his head. “So please, Ms. Cosi, spare me the homilies. I understand the urge to protect your employee and your business interests, but don’t try to divert my attention away from the real focus of this investigation. The victim is Ricky Flatt, not this . . this Lottie Harmon. ” Hutawa grunted. ” “That doesn’t mean someone else didn’t poison the latte after he made it,” I countered, realizing, after the words were out, how unlikely that scenario would sound to a hardened police investigator.
The victim isn’t going to be moved until the detectives clear it. ” The young paramedic exploded. “What?! Who do you think you are, man? The freaking coroner? This guy ain’t ofﬁcially dead yet, which means we’re taking him to St. ” Demetrios stared at the paramedic. ” The female paramedic sighed. She examined the body. ” The obviously overwrought male paramedic shot daggers at Ofﬁcer Demetrios but ﬁnally stepped away from the body. Another commotion erupted at the front door. I rushed over to ﬁnd a fashionista riot brewing.