I never wanted to solve a murder. Not like those people with a burning desire to crack that unsolvable case. It’s never been on my bucket list, that’s for sure. Yet here I am, staring murder in the face. Literally. Mabel’s vacant eyes are peeking up at me over her half-empty tea cup. I turn her face away, in an attempt to avoid being reminded of my possible impending death. It doesn’t make sense, who would want to kill Mabel and me? To be fair, I’m not completely sure that my