Come for the murder. Stay for the chef who isn't entirely sure she didn't commit it.

She cannot account for the hour before she walked in. Six inner voices, her Sauce Committee, each have a theory about where it went. Detective Nathan Cole has one too, and his keeps landing on Clara. Every new body is arranged with a chef's precision, and every clue is plated to point back at her kitchen.
What if she isn't being framed?
Two Michelin stars, impeccable taste, and a memory with an hour missing from it. She steals a notebook from the crime scene before the police arrive, because a woman in couture does not leave without a souvenir.
Homicide. Patient. Suspicious by trade. He reads the missing time, the stolen notebook, and the dead man's secret patients, and every line of it points at the woman he is trying very hard not to want.
Espagnole, Velouté, Hollandaise, Roux, Béarnaise, Ganache. They argue over control, men, evidence, trouble, and dessert. Then a seventh voice arrives. Noir does not argue. Noir remembers.
Someone is arranging bodies like a tasting menu, and the evidence fits Clara too well. Either a killer built a frame around her, or the frame was never needed. She has to find out before Cole does.
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Be everything he wants. Control him so he's yours.
Trembles. Worries. Is usually right to.
Someone else was here before us. File it.
Finds it. Enjoys it. Rarely apologizes for it.
Can't we just eat the cake? We know how that will taste.
Then Noir arrives. Noir does not want anything.
Noir remembers.
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She perched in a chair, lasted forty seconds, then rose again. Straightened magazines into soldiers. Checked her neckline in the glass.
7:00 p.m.
Her turn.
She knocked at Lawson's door.
Silence.
The handle turned under her hand.
"Harry?" Clara eased inside, voice husky. "I was thinking tonight we might—"
She froze.
The cake box wobbled.
Harry Lawson's body lay before her, on his back, exactly in the position she would have wanted him in alive.
"Damn it, Harry," she whispered, disappointed. "I shaved for this."
A beat.
"I was sex-kitten ready."
Another.
"Now I'll have to be homicide-hottie."
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