West Heart Kill

You. Yes, you, reading this. Get in the car.

Sit in the back - you’re joining the detective and the other guy who’s driving. They’re both in the front. Don’t think about the other guy.

He’s not important. You’re going to the West Heart clubhouse. The country club that’s so swanky it’s in the title of this book.

Kill. It’s not that kind of kill. Or maybe it is, after all.

You arrive, it’s the Fourth of July weekend and look – there’s cocktails on the lawn. What’s your poison?Don’t flick forward. You just have to wait.

Especially for the part when you find out what happens on page XX.