The Corpse Who Knew Too Much


The Corpse Who Knew Too Much
A Food Blogger Mystery Book 4
by Debra Sennefelder
Genre: Cozy Mystery

Food blogger Hope Early takes on a cold case that's heating up fast . . .
Building on her recipe for success with her food blog, Hope at Home, Hope is teaching her first blogging class at the local library in Jefferson, Connecticut. She’s also learning about podcasts, including a true-crime one called Search for the Missing, hosted by Hope's childhood friend, Devon Markham. Twenty years ago on Valentine's Day, right here in Jefferson, Devon's mom disappeared and was never found. Finally Devon has returned to solve the mystery of what happened to her mother—and she asks Hope to help.
The next day Hope discovers Devon's apartment has been ransacked. Her laptop with the research on her mother's cold case is missing, and Devon is nowhere to be found. When her friend's body is later discovered in a car wreck, Hope is convinced it's no accident. Clearly, Devon was too close to the truth, and the cold-blooded killer is still at large in Jefferson. Now it's up to Hope to find the guilty party—before the food blogger herself becomes the next subject of another true-crime podcast . . .
Includes Recipes from Hope’s Kitchen!

The awkwardness passed as quickly as it had descended upon them. Devon continued, not dwelling on a silly comment. She had bigger things to worry about.  “There are all sorts of theories of what happened to my mother. I’m certain she didn’t walk out on us. Someone took her. I intend to find out what happened to her twenty years ago.” 

“I don’t think anyone believed she left on her own.” Hope remembered her mother hadn’t believed Joyce walked out on her family. But there were rumors she’d fled with a boyfriend or was forced into the witness protection program. Both those scenarios seemed unlikely, given Joyce had been a well-respected member of the community. Then again, Hope was only a teenager at the time and wasn’t privy to information about Joyce’s personal life.

“How do you plan on finding out the truth?” Claire asked. “It was so long ago.” 

Devon’s baby-blue eyes hardened. “I’m going to turn this whole town upside down and shake as hard as I can until I find the person responsible for my mother’s disappearance.” A chirping noise came from her wrist, and she lifted her arm, pushing up the sleeve of her parka. She tapped her smartwatch. “I’d better get going or I’ll be late returning the van. It’s so good to see you both.” She hurried out of the shop.

Claire followed, and when the door closed, she swung around to face her sister. 

“Did you hear what she said? What she’s planning on doing?”

“I did.”

“Why didn’t you tell me about her podcast? How do you know about it?”

“I only found out about it this morning. I ran into Norrie Jennings, who also knows about the podcast.”

“Does she know Devon was planning on coming back to town?”

“I don’t think so. Norrie said she’s heard the podcast and wants to write a follow-up story about Joyce’s case in time for the anniversary. She didn’t mention anything about Devon being back in town.”

Claire walked back to the counter and lifted the tote bag. “I’m not going to lie; I have a bad feeling about all this.”

“Same here.” Hope stood and moved to the window. She looked out to Main Street. 

In the early morning light and the fresh coating of snow, the street looked charming. A quick glance and no one would ever suspect any evil acts occurring in the postcard-perfect New England town. Hope swallowed. She knew otherwise. 

She’d been caught up in a few murder investigations over the past year, which meant she’d been face-to-face with evil. Her guess was Joyce also faced such, but unlike Hope, she never got the chance to tell the story.

“Wait until Maretta finds out Devon is back to reopen her mother’s case. And of all

things, with a podcast.” Claire tsk-tsked. “Plus having Norrie write an article about it for the Gazette? Maretta is going to blow a gasket. You know how she feels about portraying Jefferson’s image of the ideal destination for antiquing and leaf-peeping.”

Hope winced. Her sister was right. The new mayor had been on the job since last summer and blamed Hope for the unfortunate murders that occurred recently in town. Why blame the murderer when you have a perfectly innocent food blogger to accuse?

Debra Sennefelder, the author of the Food Blogger Mystery series and the Resale Boutique mystery series, is an avid reader who reads across a range of genres, but mystery fiction is her obsession. Her interest in people and relationships is channeled into her novels against a backdrop of crime and mystery. When she’s not reading, she enjoys cooking and baking and as a former food blogger, she is constantly taking photographs of her food. Yeah, she’s that person.
Born and raised in New York City, she now lives and writes in Connecticut with her family. She’s worked in pre-hospital care, retail and publishing. Her writing companion is her slightly spoiled Shih-Tzus, Connie.

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  1. Sounds like a good cozy mystery read, along with some hot chocolate and a blanket!

  2. This seems like such a good book. And I love the cover. I also really like how she draws the reader in by asking about the mother first thing. And whenever there is food involved, I'm in. :D

  3. Thank you for the giveaway! I absolutely love this series and I can't wait to read this latest installment. The cover is fantastic, too!

  4. I love the cover. It is so cute. And the story sounds good. A podcast to solve a murder along with an unhappy mayor. And, there are recipes, too. Sounds perfect to me.


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