Heated and Spiced With Murder (A Josie Rizzo Cozy Mystery Book 3)
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For too long, Mike had sought vengeance for the murder of his wife, Rose. Years ago he lived a double life; in JewelCove, he was husband and father, and in West Emily, he was a menace.
Ironically, in a sick-twisted way, the day Rose was killed was the day he had been ready to come clean about his criminal activities.
After her slaying, Mike had worked hard to convince the world (including Tony) that he was the killer—by paying off cops, the press and pretending to be hauled to prison.
Doing so, he believed Tony wouldn’t become a target of an enemy who was after him—Mike Santino.
Not Sonny Switch.
The realization of someone finding out his true identity and killing Rose was a theory he had behind the murderers’ reasoning for the hit. However, their silence to the media over the matter was something Mike wondered about for the past ten years. During that time, he’d been hunting the killer down.
He'd gotten close, many times, to uncovering a face that always pointed to the Giovanni abominations, but his own leads kept falling short. To hell and back, it frustrated him that he couldn’t wrap his hands around the unknown person’s neck.
Until recently.
Mike had devised a plan to get in close to the Giovanni circle.
First, he needed Tony on his side because the plan involved Josie.
"I've decided how I'm going to make contact with my son," he said.
"How?" Vinny asked, skeptical. "You gonna send him a letter saying ‘Sorry, Son, for faking my arrest and pretending to murder your mother; do you mind letting me use your girlfriend to help me locate the real bastard who did? Oh, and afterwards we should play ball together.’"
"I had something else in mind," Mike said quietly.
"Like what? Knock on his door?"
"Actually," he said, dipping a piece of toast in egg yolk, "that's exactly what I'm going to do."
About the Author
J R Pearson loves family movie nights, home-cooked meals, and reading cozy mystery books.