Murder is Bad for Business

Murder is Bad for Business

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When a ruthless food critic drops dead after sipping her café's signature brew, struggling owner Lily Carter becomes the prime suspect. With her chaotic best friend Mia by her side, she sets out to clear her name except their detective skills are as bad as their life choices. As they bumble through break-ins, stakeouts, and very questionable disguises, the real killer lurks closer than they think. Caffeine, crime, and complete disaster because murder is definitely bad for business. ***New update on every Saturday*** Disclaimer: "This story is a work of fiction. Any references to real-life brands, celebrities, or media are purely for creative purposes and do not imply any affiliation, endorsement, or factual accuracy. All characters and events are fictional, and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. No copyright or trademark infringement is intended."
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