A Taste For Murder

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Elmer Henry, mayor of Hemlock Falls, swallowed the last spoonful of zabaglione, disposed of the crystallized mint leaf with a loud crunch, and burped in satisfaction. He whacked the Hemlock Falls Chamber of Commerce official gavel and rose to his feet. This familiar signal jerked Sarah Quilliam out of a daydream involving rum punch, Caribbean beaches, and a lifeguard. She grabbed her notebook, scrawled "HFCOC Minutes," and tried to look attentive.

Elmer looked down the length of the banquet table with a somewhat bovine expression of pleasure. Twenty of the twenty-four members of the Chamber looked placidly back. The imminence of the annual celebration of Hemlock History Days brought the members out in force. The corps of regulars - Quill, the mayor, Marge Schmidt, Tom Peterson, and Gilbert Gilmeister among them - were swelled considerably; like Easter, Hemlock History Days offered unbelievers. a chance to hedge their bets.

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