Ours Is a Tale of Murder

Prologue

It might seem, as you read, that ours is a story of love.

It’s not.

Ours is a tale of murder.

But that’s to come. First, there was love. Or something like it. Something that looked like love, that wore its scent like a spritz of perfume.

Something that sounded right, that felt true.

Something that was always, actually very, very wrong.