One Hundred Degrees

A white clad figure lay outstretched in front of the kitchen stove.
Strands of dark,wet hair frame the grotesquely disfigured face before him.
The pot continued to boil in the background.
Tristan felt a bloodcurdling cry escape his throat at the vision of Isabelle Smith in front of him.

Detective Singh has finally landed her first big case - the murdered chef of The Poseidon restaurant .

Are there skeletons lurking in the kitchen pantry or is her imagination running loose.