The Deadly Coffee Mystery

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Ding!

My hand stopped as I polished the bone china cup. When I looked up, I met a pair of eyes as deep as a pool.

The man leaned against the bar, his suit sleeves casually rolled up. He tapped the Blue Mountain coffee I'd just ground, the end of his words tinged with amusement. "Miss Shen, your coffee today still isn't poisonous enough."

My molars ached from clenching my jaw. At the scene of the wealthy man's fall three days ago, the figure on the surveillance footage holding a coffee cup from my shop looked at least seventy percent like the man in front of me.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.