Town in a Strawberry Swirl (Candy Holliday Mystery)
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by Haywood, B. B.
“Oh my god.” It took a few moments for Wanda to register what she was seeing. She looked down at the half-eaten pickle in horror. “Oh, no.”
She started spitting heavily, trying to get all the pickle juice out of her mouth as the burning sensation in her stomach grew. Panic rising, she made a mad dash to her Suburban, where she’d left her phone. She yanked open the door, snatched the phone from its cubby in the center console, and frantically began to dial.