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Bye.

Romance. Thanks, fellas.

Oh, and remember what I said.

Three keys to a great first date.

Pick a restaurant with amazing desserts.

Leave your phone on silent. Most importantly, just be yourself.

Thanks so much for coming.

Oolong, two tea bags.

Honey? Oh, I'm sorry. I will go get some.

Don't bother. I'll do it myself.

Sorry,

everyone. Miss Penn's autograph session has ended.

No, but she is one of the featured guests in the Romance Writers Roundtable

Hall 8, so we hope to see you there.

See you there.

Bring this, will you? Oh, yeah.

I'm so sorry.

Thanks, guys. Miss Dove.

Welcome to our little convention.

I can't thank you enough for agreeing to participate.

We're all such big fans of Matchmaker here at Written in the Stars.

I'm flattered you thought of me. Well, who better to moderate a romance

panel than Philadelphia's foremost authority on love?

Beatrice, I'd like you to meet... Angie Dove.

Oh, you watch my show? I recognize you from the standee.

This is my assistant, Margaret. I read your blog post last month about finding

love in the digital age. It was wonderful.

Margaret's a bit of a hopeless romantic.

Well, hopeful.

Do I have time to freshen up a bit before the panel starts?

30 minutes. Great.

Can you please have someone bring those gifts up to my room at 721?

Of course. It's quite a haul.

B has a very passionate fan base.

That's certainly one way to describe them.

My mother...

Happens to be among your most devoted.

She is first in line the day your books come out.

If it's not too much trouble, I would love to get an autograph.

It's your birthday next week. First edition.

Was that hard to find?

Oh, funny story, actually. I tried a few bookstores, a few dealers, a yard sale

I tried on a hunch.

No book, of course. But I did get a set of vintage candlesticks for a very

reasonable price.

But finally, I... Well, I admire your persistence.

Oh, I'm sorry. I have to take this.

Hello?

I'll make sure that she signs it for you. Thank you.

You're welcome.

I have nothing more to say to you.

You're going to wear a hole in that carpet.

Listen.

It's been a long time, Ange.

You look good.

You too.

Nervous? Oh, uh, I just wasn't, uh... I wasn't expecting so many people.

Oh, your show does reach over a million viewers a week.

Yes, but I can't see any of them.

So, you're here with Evergreen?

You're looking at the new editor and CEO.

What?

You never expressed any interest in publishing.

In fact, last I checked, you were off working at a consulting firm in Seattle.

Not that I was checking up on you. It was run -of -the -mill grapevine.

It was important to my mother that I stay in the family.

She passed recently.

I'm so sorry.

The transition's been a little bumpy. Most of the authors have been

Others...

Not less so.

What good are you if you can't get me out of these commitments?

Did you even try?

My mother did say Beatrice Penn had a way with words.

It's just too bad she couldn't repeat any of them in polite company.

Would you like to have dinner sometime this week?

I don't know if that's such a good idea.

Just two old friends catching up.

You know what?

Just think about it.

I know that look.

I've written four novels on that look.

Ex -husband.

Boyfriend.

So all you got out of the split was heartbreak.

Helen Travers.

Angie Dove.

I know.

You've seen this dandy? No, I watch your show.

Showtime, ladies.

Here are some prepared trivia questions should you run into any logs.

All right?

I know you're going to be great.

I thought we were waiting for one more author.

Sylvia Donner?

Our third author is a no -show.

And there's another panel right after this, so we can't stop.

We're just going to have to make do.

Hey.

What an unpleasant surprise. I thought it was time to bury the hatchet. And

where were you planning on burying it?

Hello, Philadelphia, and welcome to the Written in the Stars Romance

Writers Panel. Thank you so much for coming out.

Before we get to your burning questions in the Q &A segment, Our writers will

share selected readings from their work. First up, it is my honor to introduce

two -time award -winning author Beatrice Penn.

Thank you.

I'd like to begin by reading a passage from Hearts on Fire, the first of my

Gilded Hearts trilogy.

I know many of you here might be anticipating an announcement today

the final book in the series, but I'm afraid there are no updates on that

While you're waiting, you can pick up Autumn of Lonely Hearts, available now

wherever books are sold.

I do appreciate the enthusiasm around the book.

You've all been very loyal, and for that I am so truly grateful.

That's a lie.

I'm sorry?

You claim to care about your fans, but the truth is you don't care about us at

all.

That's not true. You'll happily take our money and our time, but you'll never

return it. Security, why don't you answer my letters? You're nothing but a

fraud.

Karma's coming for you.

I see here that we are supposed to do a round of romance trivia next.

That sounds fun.

We don't have to wait. We can do that now.

No, it's quite all right. I can continue.

Okay.

Thomas knew from the moment he saw her, Dominique was the woman of his dreams.

Her chestnut hair swept into a delicate braid that seemed to... Excuse

me.

Here, take this.

Please.

Thank you.

Oh, there we go.

Try this again, shall we?

Her appearance had awoken something in his heart.

Something he never knew existed there.

He closed his eyes and...

He closed his... Are you all right?

Fine, I just... I think I need a moment.

Do you need help? Should I get someone?

I think I need to lie down.

It was so strange.

One minute she was fine, and the next... She looked like she was going to faint.

Stage fright?

She's done book tours all over the country.

I mean, public speaking should be a walk in the park for her.

You know, they took her to the hospital, just to be safe.

Then she's in good hands.

You're right.

You know, I'm sure she's fine.

Okay, ready to meet our bachelorette?

My name is Nancy Upton, I'm 35 years old, and I'm ready to be swept off my

by Prince Charming. What's been your biggest hurdle?

To finding love. My schedule between my law practice and volunteer work, I don't

have much time today. What kind of volunteer work do you do?

I mentor student athletes.

What are you looking for in a partner?

Well, Angie, I have worked hard to get to where I'm at today. So I want someone

who shares my commitment to success.

I won't settle for anything less.

She gave me this before she left.

Everyone has an idea of their perfect match, huh?

It's double -sided.

You know, I'm not sure about this one.

She seems too hard to please.

You know what?

I like a good challenge.

She wants Prince Charming? I'm going to find him. Well, I hope so, because I'm

pretty sure she turned down an actual prince.

Number 44.

No complicated family commitments.

Miss Galaba?

Detective?

Poisoning.

Like she has some bad takeout and will be fine in a few days?

No.

I'm afraid Beatrice Pan is dead.

We'll know more after the autopsy, but...

That's the preliminary determination from the coroner. You're talking about

murder.

When did she die?

Yesterday. Shortly after she arrived at the hospital.

I know this isn't a good time, but I just want to ask you a few questions

the convention and what you saw.

I'd be happy to help in any way I can.

Okay.

You were moderating a writer's panel?

I was supposed to.

We didn't get very far past introductions before Beatrice started

trouble. trouble.

Was she exhibiting confusion, slurred speech?

Well, she seemed rattled.

I thought it was because she was heckled by that fan.

She had an altercation with a fan? Yes, and it really threw her. She couldn't

concentrate, so they brought her something to drink.

Who did?

Uh, the coordinator, Beth.

I'm afraid that bottle could be anywhere.

Our staff cleaned the hall top to bottom last night.

Of course, not realizing that it was going to be a crime scene.

Okay. You guys still have the trash from the convention?

In the dumpsters.

They collected at the end of the week.

Okay, and those are what, in the parking lot?

Basement.

Although I should warn you, they aren't exclusively used by the convention

center. It's waste disposal for the whole hotel.

All right.

What kind of security measures did you have in place for the convention?

Well, we had security guards on site.

Bags were checked at the front entrance.

And cameras?

Yes.

Cameras were in the lobby and the convention rooms.

Okay. I'm going to need a list of all the vendors, staff, anybody that set

in this place.

Of course.

I appreciate your help. Thank you. Detective Carter, I may not know where

bottle ended up, but I do know where it came from.

Hello? Miss Dowd?

Yes?

This is Margaret Vincent.

Beth gave me your number. I hope that's okay.

Oh, of course.

I'm so sorry for your loss.

Thank you.

I want you to know I'm cooperating with the police. I'll do whatever I can to

help. I appreciate that.

But it's not why I'm calling.

I have your book.

He signed it for you.

Here we go.

Is it Beatrice?

It is. Aww.

And, um, that one's me.

We've known each other a long time.

Well, since the day I was born.

We're sisters.

Oh. I thought that I was her assistant.

Well, I suppose I am that, too.

Bee, um, she loved to dance.

Our mother used to say she came into the world with ballet slippers on. She was

accepted to Juilliard off of a single audition.

Wow. She must have been over the moon. Well, except she never made it. The

summer before she was set to leave, she had an unfortunate accident. She was at

a rock quarry swimming with friends, and she was navigating a ledge.

It was slippery.

She shattered her hip.

It was a dream dash.

In the blink of an eye.

Well, looks like he found a new one.

Silver lining.

Uh, Ted.

It's Beatrice's ex -husband.

They separated, um, six months ago, but, uh, the divorce papers were as good as

signs. Um, I'm not so sure.

If he's not out of her picture frames, he's probably not out of her heart.

So, after 15 years of marriage, you agreed to a trial separation.

Yeah, that's right. We had decided that we needed some time apart.

Was that Miss Penn's suggestion?

No, it was mine.

We'd both been under a lot of strain for quite a while.

Our jobs were very demanding, and I thought we needed some space.

You work at Amore Trattoria?

I own it, yeah.

When was the last time you saw your wife?

I haven't had any contact with Beatrice in months.

Margaret made sure of that.

That's her sister?

Yeah.

Yeah, Margaret could be very protective of Beatrice.

She didn't even tell me that Beatrice had died. I had to hear about it from

of my waitresses.

I read about it online.

Where were you on the day of Miss Penn's death?

I was working.

Do you have anybody that can corroborate that?

My kitchen staff.

If you need anything at all, please let me know. You have my number.

Thank you.

Yeah, it's been a really hard few days.

I mean, the only thing I really need is to see Ethan pulling behind bars.

Ethan?

You think he had something to do with Beatrice's murder?

Well, I know he did.

Why would he want to hurt your sister?

Revenge?

For what?

Well, he holds Bea responsible for his mother's death.

I'm sorry. I need to take this.

Can you show yourself out?

Yeah. Okay.

Hi.

Just the check, please.

What? Since when does Angie Colombo turn down dessert?

Been a long time.

People change.

I like your name, Angie Dove. Well, it's for TV.

No, no, I like it.

You still twirl your hair when you've got something on your mind, though.

I went to see Margaret Vincent today.

How is she?

Overwhelmed, I think.

She seems to think that you had something to do with Beatrice's murder.

You don't look surprised.

I'm not.

Maybe you misunderstood me. She thinks you killed her sister with poison.

Oh, he didn't do it.

Right?

No, of course not.

Okay, so why does she think you had a vendetta against Beatrice?

Because I told her so.

Beatrice was planning to leave Evergreen Publishing. It would be a big blow

financially. Sales were down. My mother had already downsized the offices.

This could be the death knell. It became contentious.

You know what? Beatrice owed my mother her career.

The first manuscript she submitted, they were terrible.

Other publishing houses wouldn't even give her the time of day. But my mother

took a chance on her. And this is how she repaid her?

Anyway, last week when she came into the office, Beatrice and I had words.

You threatened her?

I may have let my temper get the best of me. Ethan.

I know.

I know it was a mistake.

And Margaret heard you?

The whole office heard. But I promise you, I had nothing to do with her death.

And in the two years we were together, did I ever lie to you?

Once.

Our senior year of college.

When you pretended you weren't going to make it to my birthday dinner?

I wanted to surprise you.

But when I showed up at the restaurant, you already had a drink waiting for me.

That fake cough wasn't going to win you any Academy Awards.

See? I could never get anything past you.

Excuse me.

On second thought, I'll have the double chocolate mousse. There she is.

You know what? You better make it two spoons.

Yeah.

Ethan Plume?

I'm going to need you to come with me, please.

Is there a problem?

You're under arrest for the murder of Beatrice Penn.

Kyle,

please. He's innocent.

Any update?

Oh, nothing just.

Five minutes ago.

You know, the old chief of detectives is on his way.

Oh, cool.

Say hi for me.

Dad, thanks for coming. I'm being stonewalled.

Where's Ethan?

They hauled him into an interrogation room over an hour ago, and I haven't

anything since.

Oh, he should probably head home.

Your date's being processed. He's going to have to spend the night in Cali.

He's not my date.

But more importantly, he's not a killer.

Hey, good to have you back in the old stomping grounds. Kyle.

Dad,

tell him.

What have you got off the record?

Well, we have one witness that links Ethan to the water bottle and three

witnesses to Ethan's very public threat against the victim.

Circumstantial, right?

That'll be for a judge to decide.

It's good to see you, Nick.

Sorry for ruining your dessert.

You don't look it.

Isn't there something we can do?

Not tonight, sweetheart.

Come on.

Let's go home, huh?

I cleared a few times with Nancy for the dates, and we just need to settle on

our suitors.

Angie.

The matches?

Right, right. No, no, I... Actually, I have narrowed down the eligible

candidates to two. We have Thomas, investment banker, MBA from Harvard,

like... high -stakes poker, and windsurfing. He's perfect.

And we have Peter.

His photo alone violates six of her rules. Yes, but he has a lot of

that will make them very compatible.

She's expecting a shark. She's not to be happy when we bring her a guppy.

Expectation can be like a blindfold.

If we can get so caught up in what we think we should have in a partner, we

called ourselves off to opportunities.

A blindfold might come in handy.

That sweater is really busy.

He's not going to wear it on the date page.

We just need to show Nancy what she's missing.

It's a conditional release.

I have to be back in court in three weeks.

What are you going to do?

I want to find the girl who confronted Beatrice at the panel.

The fan?

Yeah, I recognized her.

It took me a moment to place her, but she came by the publishing house last

looking for Beatrice.

She refused to leave the lobby. We had her escorted out by security.

She had a VIP lanyard. She would have had access backstage.

Yeah, I can't be sure, but I think I saw her lurking around before the panel.

You should talk to Beth at the convention center.

Yeah, about the conditions of my release.

I'm not allowed in the hotel.

Over 80 people ordered D .I .P. passes.

But you'd have receipts, right? Order forms? For online sales, yes, but they

were also available for cash purchase day off.

Did security confiscate her pass?

So? Ta -da! Oh, you are awesome!

Hold that hug. We have a teensy setback.

Caroline.

Caroline what?

I don't know. And since it's written in Sharpie, that means she didn't pre

-order it, so there's no paper trail.

So we're back to square one.

Well, not exactly.

Caroline complained that Beatrice hadn't responded to her letters, which means

she must have written fan mail.

So, if we could find those letters... We'd have a name and address.

I'll take that hug now.

Oh, yes!

Sorry. No, it's fine.

Just excited.

Is that you in the blue?

What are you doing in my office?

I was told to wait for you in here.

By who?

Uh, PA.

I just have a few follow -up questions, if you don't mind.

I do, actually.

Well, I was promised your full cooperation.

That was before you arrested Ethan.

I just want to find the truth, okay?

Wherever that leads me.

Please.

Now, you were with Mr. Plume before the panel began, right?

I was.

Okay.

And after, did you reconnect?

No.

The panel was cut short. I didn't see him again that day.

Well,

that doesn't mean anything.

It was a big convention.

Really, you really find it suspicious that I didn't see Ethan after the panel?

No, but I do find it suspicious that no one did.

I have to admit, it seems a little far -fetched. I mean, Beats fans could be

passionate, but murder?

There seemed to be more behind Caroline's anger than just a missed

It felt personal, you know?

Maybe.

What are the odds you still have those letters?

Well, we usually... toss everything after B opens it, but she had boxes of

letters that she never got to.

Margaret?

I thought I locked that.

How could I be so careless?

Maybe you weren't.

That says disarmed.

Someone was in here.

Was anything taken?

I don't know.

Looks like they were searching for something.

Margaret.

Margaret.

Hold on. Margaret.

Wait.

We should call the police.

A motion sensor.

The motion detectors in the backyard were checked, but we didn't see anyone.

Two crime scenes in four days, huh?

I know what you're going to say.

Is that so?

Angie, so nice to see you.

I couldn't ask for a better witness in these trying times.

Is that a new dress? It really suits you.

Close?

No.

But that is a nice dress.

Thank you.

I got it on sale. It's just an impulse buy.

We checked the entire perimeter.

There were no signs of forced entry.

So according to the security company, the alarm was never triggered.

Are you sure that you said it before you left?

Well, it's like second nature. I wouldn't forget.

Who else has access to the code?

Besides me and Bea, well, only one other person.

Ted.

Margaret claimed that you called her multiple times the day after Beatrice's

death. That's right. I wanted to offer her my condolences.

She said that you wanted to meet up.

Well, it seemed like the kind of thing that you do in person.

Was she offering to meet you here at the restaurant, but you insisted on meeting

at Miss Penn's estate?

She just lost her sister.

Okay, I wasn't going to make her come to me.

No other reason? No loose ends to tie up at the house?

I took everything that I needed to when I left six months ago.

Where were you last night at 8 p .m.? I was at home, catching up on some much

-needed sleep.

I usually vacation in Milan with access to a private jet. It's really a crime

not to.

You travel much?

Well, I spent last summer in L .A. with the Youth Olympics.

I started working with student athletes a few years ago.

It's been really life -changing, helping them reach their goals. I volunteered

at the Girls and Boys Club of America for two months. Okay, so you understand

how rewarding it can be. Absolutely.

It, uh, looks fantastic on the resume.

Prince Charming came to play. He's totally winning her over.

Her non -verbals are telling another story.

She's smiling.

Her lips are pressed together. Look, it's a classic sign of discomfort.

Look how her body is angled away from his. She wants to like him more than she

does.

For a swing and a miss, you seem pretty pleased.

I don't think they're a match.

Well... If you didn't think they would hit it off, why are we here?

Sometimes we need to get what we think we want in order to realize what we

really made.

You sound like a fortune cookie.

Hey. Hi.

What do you think so far?

He's, uh, everything I asked for.

Uh, can I?

I see that.

Yeah.

Hi, I'm looking for Ethan Flume.

Hey.

The receptionist said it was okay to come right in.

Hi.

What's going on?

Are you leaving?

I thought it would be best for the company if I stepped down, so this is my

week.

Why? I can't let this investigation destroy something that my mother built

nothing. Okay, but this is just temporary, right?

Well, you said it yourself.

I never really had the stomach for publishing, so... That's not what I

Close enough. It was a long time ago. I got what you meant.

I don't... I don't know why I thought I could step into her shoes.

Ethan, you can't give up.

I mean, we can fix this.

I think it's too late, Ange.

You made a promise to her.

I know things are hard right now, but if you walk away from this, it'll be the

biggest regret of your life.

That wouldn't be the biggest regret.

Yeah.

Me.

Hey.

What's all this?

Oh, I've been taking some painting classes down at the community center. I

knew you were interested in art.

Yeah. Well, I went down to sign up for Zumba, but it was full.

So I figured, why not try something out of my comfort zone?

Zumba's in your comfort zone?

Yeah. What do you think?

I'm going to surprise your mother for her birthday.

That's really sweet.

But?

No, no but.

Maybe a tiny however.

An although at most.

Dad,

I thought you and Mom were taking time to figure things out.

What does something like this say?

I think it says I'm still thinking about her.

Seems like a good place to start.

Well, I like it.

Yeah? Yeah, look at that sunrise.

Maybe add some, like, ray shooting out of it.

It's a banana.

It's a fruit bowl.

Oh.

You know, I see it. I see it now.

Yeah. Yeah, well, I've got a...

A few more classes left to go. Why don't you sit down here?

Have you heard from Ethan?

He made bail, but he's worried that he's the only one on the police's radar.

If they think he's their guy, they'll be building a case against him.

He asked me to help him.

Angie, I don't think you should be meddling in an active investigation.

Again. I'm not meddling.

Mike. You can never say no to that young man.

Are you forgetting that I'm the one who ended things?

And I broke your heart.

Well, what was I supposed to do?

I had my life here in Philadelphia, and he wanted to go off and see the world.

I wasn't going to hold him back.

He's in trouble, Dad.

And he doesn't have anyone else.

Are you sure that's all this is?

Yes.

I'm sure.

Well, besides, right now is not exactly the best time for romance.

But you're the one that's always saying romance can happen at any time.

There's an asterisk for murder investigations.

I just don't want you to get hurt.

Toxicology report on the Penn murder.

They found strychnine in her system.

Have them run it again.

Again? Yeah.

The witness has pen collapsing shortly after receiving the water bottle from

Ethan Plume, right?

Mm -hmm.

Now, strychnine, it takes a minimum of 20 minutes before it starts even

manifesting symptoms.

Okay. So if this is our poison, then... It had to have been consumed much

earlier. There you go. Very good.

You're good.

I'm Detective Carter, looking for Sylvia Donner.

Oh, look no further.

Come on in.

It's a pen name.

No one wants to read a book about romance from someone named Neil

You have a minute to answer some questions about Beatrice Penn? Of

were just about to sit down for tea.

Oui.

Of course.

Hello? Yeah.

Welcome.

So, I understand you're supposed to be on this romance writers panel with Miss

Penn? Yeah.

What happened?

Alternator.

Car conked out on me before I could make it three blocks.

My wife's been telling me to get it checked out, but I put it off.

That's the car that's in the drive right now?

No, our SUV.

We should probably sell it, but I've had it so long, I'm kind of attached to it.

So you didn't make it to the hotel at all?

Got the call to AAA and a bruised ego to prove it.

Historical romance, sword and sandals, something with a brooding male lead.

I think that'll be right up your alley.

Seduction in the arena?

Three weeks on the bestsellers list.

Thank you, but I prefer mysteries.

I write those too. I got a new one coming out next fall.

I'll get you an advanced copy.

Can we get back to Beatrice Penn, please?

Oh, right.

Have you spoken with Helen Travers?

The other writer there on the panel?

A lot of bad blood there.

The two of them could barely stand being in the same room together.

I'm actually surprised they both agreed to do the panel.

And she told you this?

It's a small community.

Everyone knows everything about everyone.

Do you know how the feud started?

Yeah, a couple years ago there was a big dust -up at a writer's retreat.

What kind of dust -up? Helen was set to headline a workshop.

Very prestigious. And a huge boon coming off her first book.

Then Beatrice's schedule opened up at the last minute and she bumped Helen

off the poster.

Things got... Quite heated, Helen was asked to leave.

After it happened, Helen started telling anyone that would listen that Beatrice

used a ghostwriter for her books.

Did she?

Personally, I think it was sour grapes, but it infuriated Beatrice.

And they've been trading blows in the press ever since.

Oh.

I didn't realize we had guests.

Rebecca. It's my wife, Rebecca. Rebecca, this is, uh... Angie Dove.

You never told me you know Angie Dove.

Stick with me.

It's nice to meet you.

The pleasure is all mine.

Wow. Angie Dove. She'll find you love.

Oh, I'm sorry. You must be her sister?

No, I'm Detective Carter.

You're here about Beatrice Penn.

Oh.

Such a tragedy.

My heart goes out to her family.

So it looks like you got those car troubles fixed.

Car trouble?

Yeah, you remember, honey, it stalled out on me the day of the convention. I

told you that. Oh, of course.

Right. Not to forgive my wife. I think she's a little starstruck.

Honey, you should have used the good china.

Oh, no, no. Everything has been wonderful.

You have a lovely home, by the way.

I just love your show so much. I never miss it. You know, we're filming an

episode later this week. You should come to the set.

Oh, no.

No, I couldn't.

You would be my guest.

Yes, yes, yes.

Wow, thank you.

He's hiding something.

Yeah, everyone is.

Do you notice how he shifted in his seat when you asked about the car?

Well, it is an intimidating situation.

Police interrogation? Oh, tea time with the great Angie Dove.

So, I guess we should talk to Helen Travers next.

Oh, Helen was on stage when the murder happened. She wasn't even in the

chain of possession.

The bottle wasn't poisoned backstage.

What do you mean?

Well, it couldn't have been.

Strychnine takes at least 20 minutes to take effect.

How do you know that?

Google.

How do you know what kind of poison was used?

Oh, it was in today's paper.

Well, the afternoon update of the online edition of today's paper.

I have alerts on my phone. The coroner was supposed to have redacted that

report. I don't know what to tell you.

Beatrice was a high -profile figure.

There's a lot of public interest.

Oh, I know.

So, we should talk to Helen.

You know, such a big window of opportunity.

I mean, everyone at the convention is a suspect.

Everyone, huh?

Including you?

Really?

I'm not going to dignify that with an answer.

Are those next week's matches?

Oh, no, no.

Possible murder suspect.

You know what? It's probably better that I don't ask. I'll come back later.

Do you know where we could find Helen Travers?

When I spoke to her at the convention, she mentioned getting away to write.

Did she say where?

No, but I could ask around.

Maybe her manager knows.

She's probably holed up in a hotel room somewhere.

Hotel room?

Beecher said she was going back to her hotel room to freshen up before the

panel.

I wonder if something in that room could tell us more about how she spent the

final hour of her life.

Hello. Checking in?

No, I was hoping you might be able to help me.

Well, I'll certainly try.

I misplaced my room key, and I'd love to get another one.

No problem.

Great. Your room number?

721.

I'm sorry, there are no current reservations for room 721.

Normally I don't like doing this, but I'm Angie Dove.

From the matchmaker with Angie Dove.

It's on Saturday evening, 7 .30 to 8.

I prefer cooking shows.

Just really time sensitive.

But I get up there.

Oh, wait.

Right here.

See, written in the stars, Philadelphia.

Welcome, special guest, Angie Dove.

Angie Dove.

I'm sorry I don't see it.

Really?

I thought it was a pretty good likeness.

Is there anything else I can help you with today?

No.

Excuse me.

Can I please get some extra towels in here?

Oh, I'm not... I will be right with you.

Towels are on the rack.

I also refilled your shampoos. I noticed you were out.

Oh, thank you.

First date?

That obvious?

To me.

Meeting someone for dinner.

Went to high school together, but I never had the guts to ask her out.

I really want to make a good first impression.

Second first impression?

Try the blue.

Brings out your eyes.

Before you go down there, just take a few deep breaths and relax.

You're going to do great.

Thank you.

Oh, wait.

You're... It's him.

Oh, no, no, no. I couldn't possibly... Ain't this... Okay.

Thanks.

What am I looking at?

Evidence, I think.

Maybe.

I found that cuff link in Beatrice's hotel room.

Is it yours?

No.

It's monogrammed EP.

It's not mine, Angie.

Okay.

You think it belongs to the person who murdered Beatrice?

Oh, so the cuff link fits?

Well, we'll know more after the police run tests or fingerprints or... No.

You can't show the police.

But if it's not yours... It has my initials on it.

According to you, it had someone else's initials on it. Well, how do I prove

that? By showing them the receipt from when I didn't buy them?

Well... Look, we just can't give the police another reason to look my way.

Ethan, we're going to figure out who really did this.

There's no reason to hide from the truth.

Right?

So, what's the secret of Lover's Lane?

Oh, I have no idea. Only on the first chapter.

It's research.

What can I do for you, Angie?

I have a tip for you.

If this is about my hairstyle again, I'm good.

No, it looks great.

Oh, thanks.

Beatrice... had a room at the hotel.

I know.

721, we did a sweep.

Well, you may want to sweep again.

Why?

Call it a hunch.

Ted Penn.

He works at Amore Trattoria?

That's awfully close to the convention site.

Thank you for your hunch, Angie. I really appreciate it. Is there anything

I can do for you today?

No.

Just, um...

Let me know when you find it. You know, I can't share details about an ongoing

investigation with you.

I meant the secret of Lover's Lane.

Oh, you'll be the first to know.

You know, she's taller in person.

Okay.

What do you got for me?

Ah, background on Neil Garfunkel. Not for a DUI a couple years back, but

otherwise, he's squeaky clean.

Okay, what about the disgruntled fan?

We asked convention staff, yes, but still no name.

Oh, keep asking.

Thanks. You got it.

I got your message. What was so important I had to come right over? I

perfect place for Nancy and Peter's date.

Amora Trattoria.

A restaurant.

Ah, what better way for two people to connect than over some wine and tapas?

put Nancy and Thomas in a hot air balloon. It'll be great.

Trust me.

Anyway, we have a meeting with the head chef and owner, Ted Penn. What? Penn? As

in Beatrice Penn?

They're maybe a tangential connection.

How tangential?

Husband.

Are you using the show as a cover for a rogue murder investigation?

No, I'm multitasking.

So, what's the story?

Okay, all right. So, according to Margaret, Ted and Beatrice were

divorce was imminent.

I mean, Beatrice was very wealthy.

What did Ted stand to lose in a divorce?

Where was he on the day she was murdered? Claimed he was working. And

to confirm his alibi? And to try the crab cakes.

If those are good, everything will be good.

Miss Dove, let me just tell you that I am thrilled that you would consider my

restaurant for your show.

I am curious how you chose us.

Oh, um, I saw a write -up.

Ah, I see.

Well, now, I'm thinking that we...

offer a menu that's fun and flirty, one that really promotes conversation.

Now, these are some of the things we can do. For example, we could start with a

lovely amuse -bouche. We do a warm goat cheese tart.

Bad breath.

Just a jumping -off point. We have a very diverse menu.

You might actually want to consider some of the specials that we've had. Now,

we've had some tremendous feedback on social media.

For example...

This is our tomato pie, and it is a showstopper.

And we have delicious crab cakes.

May I? Please.

Thank you.

Oh, these look wonderful.

How many choices?

It might take me a minute to just narrow it down.

Oh, Mr.

Penn, would it be possible to see back -of -the -house operations for

purposes?

Camera. Lighting.

Of course. In fact, you can sample some of our dishes.

Great.

I'll catch up with you. I'm just going to...

I

read his text messages with Beatrice, and she wanted to meet with him the

before she was murdered.

Well, did they meet up?

I don't know. The text stopped after that.

But she wanted to talk about something important.

Well, maybe she was finally serving him with divorce papers.

I don't know.

Hey, those crab cakes were good though, right?

Yeah, yeah.

Sure this is the place?

Yeah, 304 Bridge.

We could just knock on her door.

I guess.

Hi, can I help you folks?

We're looking for Caroline Higgins.

Higgins? How do you know Caroline?

We're friends.

We're friends of the family.

Friends. Do you know when she might be back? Caroline doesn't live here

When did she move?

Last week. Very abruptly. Zero notice.

Um, if you do see her, would you ask her to contact me?

Okay. Thanks.

Uh, who breaks the lease with no notice?

Someone who doesn't want to be found.

So, I reviewed the surveillance footage from the break -in like you asked.

This SUV passes the gate three times in 20 minutes.

Almost as if the driver's circling the block.

Time? About an hour before the break -in.

I mean, they could be lost.

Oh, you could be making sure the coast is clear.

Did you manage to pull a plate?

I tried.

The best footage we have is no better angle.

Okay. Well, I'll send it down to forensics, see if they have any luck.

work. Thanks.

Caroline Higgins brings our suspect list up to four.

An hour?

Well, every Sherlock needs a Watson.

I thought I was here for a production meeting.

Okay.

All right.

We have Neil, all right? He was the third author on the panel where beaches

collapsed. Did he do something to raise your suspicions at the panel? He never

showed. How could he have done it then?

Just because no one saw him doesn't mean he wasn't there.

He claimed to have car trouble.

You think he was lying.

Well... He says he has proof, but the timing was convenient.

Then there's Helen Travers.

She has a history of bad blood with Beatrice. I mean, a lot of animosity

And she was backstage at the panel and would have access to Beatrice's drink.

Well, that wouldn't imply guilt because the drink wasn't poisoned backstage.

How do you know that?

Google. But Helen's VIP status would have allowed more access to the drink

before then, if that's even how Beatrice was poisoned.

And then there's Ted Penn, Beatrice's ex.

Beatrice was contemplating a divorce.

As her husband, he likely stood to inherit the fortune.

If she divorced him, not so much.

But I think she was still in love with him.

Are you missing someone?

Who?

Ethan Plume.

No, no, I'm trying to prove that he didn't do it.

Oh, he must have had a compelling motive. He was arrested, after all.

Well, I don't have a picture of him.

This is Ethan?

You sure do have a type.

Tall, dark, and brooding.

Okay, one X does not make a type.

What about Detective Carter?

What?

I don't... That is not a thing. I'm not... I'm just not...

Hello? Hey, I found Helen Travers.

Great. What's the address? I'll text it to Kyle.

Hey, sorry I'm late.

Traffic was a nightmare.

What are you doing here?

What do you mean? I'm the one who sent you the address.

Yeah, but I assume that's where your involvement ended.

Oh, you know what they say about assumptions.

Thank you. Thank you.

When Ethan said Helen was on a writer's retreat, I thought it would be a little

more day spa.

A little less cabin in the woods.

It's not too late to turn back.

Nice try.

So we should have a strategy going in.

I'm thinking good cop, bad cop.

Do you have a preference?

I can go either way, but you do have a natural scowl that would lend itself to

bad cop.

Well, that's the one.

Oh, good. We go straight.

It's a blaze. It marks the trail for hikers.

Yeah, I know what it is. I'm just surprised you do.

Oh, my mom's an avid hiker.

I tagged along on all sorts of trails growing up.

I never would have taken you for the outdoorsy type.

And why is that?

Oh, I'm just surprised, that's all.

I love nature.

My heels, not so much.

Well, I used to go camping with my brothers all the time. I made it into

tradition.

Oh, what did you like about that?

Common ground.

Who'd have thought?

You know, we're not that different.

Yeah? How do you figure?

Well, we're both public servants.

People trust you to solve their murders, and they trust me to solve their love

lives. I think it's a little bit different. I mean, I'm dealing with life

death. That's your nerve into a singles mixer in the city.

No. Oh, I got you. I got you.

Thank you.

We made it.

Oh, we did?

Miss Travers?

What is she doing?

Finding her center?

45 minutes of daily meditation helped the muse.

But I suppose five will have to do for today.

Well, sorry for the interruption, but we just had a few questions about Beatrice

Penn.

Like why just days after her murder you're hiding out in the middle of

We never settled on a bad cop, so I just ran with it. Was that okay?

I'm on a deadline.

I come up here to block out the outside world and to get away from distractions.

What was your relationship with Beatrice Payne?

Professional acquaintances.

We've heard bitter rivals is a better way to describe you.

I'm sorry.

I thought you were a matchmaker.

Oh, I do that too.

It's no secret she and I have a rocky past.

Is it true that you started the rumor that she didn't write her own books?

I used to admire Beatrice, but after a few conversations, it was clear that she

wasn't who she presented herself to be.

How's that?

I've read the Gilded Hearts books, and let's just say, I'm not sure she has.

But if you ask me, if you want to know who killed Beatrice Penn, there's only

one person you should be looking at.

Margaret Vincent.

Her sister?

It seems so close.

Margaret has always been in Beatrice's shadow.

It's not a nice place to be.

Speaking from experience?

Sure, she had better book sales, but there's no accounting for taste.

Beatrice had a bad temper, and Margaret was usually on the receiving end. She

would blow up about the tiniest thing. A person can only take so much, you know?

You think she could actually hurt her own sister?

It wouldn't be the first time.

What do you mean?

Rumor has it that so -called accident that left Beatrice with the cane wasn't

accident at all.

Margaret said Beatrice flipped on some rock.

I'm sure she did.

Hey.

Got the plate of that SUV circling the Penn State the night of the break -in.

All right, you pulled registration?

Sure did.

Belongs to Ted Penn.

I surprised my father with third row seats.

We're in the first baseline.

We almost caught a line drive.

Do you like baseball?

Not really, no.

This isn't going well.

Show him up to him.

Just give it some time.

He's a catch.

She looks like she wants to throw him back.

Patience.

Sorry, you have...

Oh, uh, I think it's just finger pain.

One of my kids must have got me the other day.

How many kids do you have? 32.

I'm a teacher.

Really? Yeah, second grade.

You know, I never saw myself going into education, but there's something about

working with kids that's really inspiring.

Yeah. Yeah, there is.

It's like you get to be a part of someone's biggest moments, sharing their

little victories.

I'm probably boring you. No.

No, you're not. I know exactly what you mean.

I mentor student athletes.

That is why you should never judge a book by its cover.

You were right.

Told you.

From here on out, smooth sailing.

I can't just come into my place and work like this. Look, I'm telling you, this

is some kind of a mistake.

I haven't done anything wrong.

Cut.

The date will certainly be a memorable one.

You said you were at home the night of the break -in. I was.

You mind explaining what you were doing in Beatrice's house?

Technically, it's still my house, too.

Okay, we weren't divorced.

Then why all the subterfuge?

Why'd you circle the block three times? Why didn't you just walk right in?

Look, it's no secret that Margaret wasn't exactly my biggest fan.

I'd hoped to slip in and out of the house unnoticed to avoid a

What were you doing in the den?

There were some items I wanted to retrieve.

They held some value to me.

Sentimental or monetary?

Both.

That still doesn't explain why you felt the need to break in.

Beatrice's will left everything to Margaret.

If I'd waited for her to sort through the possessions of the home, You should

contest my claim.

I just wanted what was mine.

This yours?

Yeah.

Long story.

What's this?

Our production schedule.

Are you planning any arrests at these dates or locations?

Well, not at the moment, but... That's the second dessert you torpedoed.

Guess that means I owe you one.

I may hold you to that.

Okay.

I'll leave this with you here, just in case.

That's good.

Then I'll know where you're at.

Paige, relax.

Just send me all the footage we have. I'm sure there's enough to salvage the

episode. You playing in the charity basketball game next weekend?

I love 43. He's got a new big boy about 6 '9". I think he's a ringer.

No, no. I'm actually going to head out to Deep Creek with Lucy.

Lucy? Oh, I bet you'll love that.

Yeah.

All right. Angie!

I took your advice. I had the conversation with Paul to see where the

relationship was going.

And?

Congratulations. Thank you so much.

Okay, let's go. Where you're going, you're not going to be dating anyone for

while.

Hello?

Why is my name on this very colorful board?

Caroline. My landlord gave me your card.

He asked why I never mentioned I was close personal friends with Angie Dove.

I may have slightly exaggerated our relationship.

Why?

Because I wanted to ask you about Beatrice Penn.

I have nothing to do with her.

You mean, aside from some pretty angry letters and a trip to Evergreen

Publishing?

You think I had something to do with her death because of some fan mail?

I'm not accusing you of anything. I just...

I want to know what she did to make you so upset.

My grandmother bought me the Gilded Hearts books a few years ago.

They're her favorite.

She wanted to share them with me.

So she'd make us tea and we'd talk about the characters for hours.

It brought her so much joy, you know?

And then she got sick.

I'm sorry.

The books mean so much to her.

I know what would mean the world if she could finish the trilogy.

It's been two years since the last book was announced. I thought if Beatrice

knew how little time she had... But she never responded.

I would have accepted a no.

I understand it was a lot to ask.

But to ignore my letters?

It just made me really mad.

Why did you leave your apartment so suddenly?

I moved in with my grandmother.

Her health declined.

He needed me.

Is this a good time?

Sure.

Please excuse the mess. The movers are due tomorrow.

I still have so much packing left to do.

You're selling the house?

Yeah. Yeah, I had an interested buyer as soon as I listed it.

Well, it must be hard.

I'm sure it holds a lot of memories for you.

Well, that's exactly what I'm hoping to get away from.

I spoke to Carolyn Higgins. You found her?

She found me.

It turns out her grandmother is very sick, and she'd hoped Beatrice might

an early manuscript of the third book in the series.

And she was angry when her letters went unanswered. Yeah. I can understand that.

You know, this series has come to mean a lot to many people.

What is the status of the last book?

Well, it's finished.

Oh. Well, why hasn't it come out?

Well, the situation is complicated.

Is Evergreen publishing?

Among other things.

Yeah.

You're a writer?

Uh, no.

There's only one writer in the family. It wasn't me.

I was going to make some tea. Did you want some?

Um, sure.

in one of the boxes, and it was open.

There are harmless applications to rat poison, like vermin control.

Tell that to the rats.

Look, Angie, it's a piece of the puzzle.

It's not the whole puzzle.

I just can't believe that Margaret would kill her own sister.

Sweetheart, your instincts are usually right.

What do you think?

It's really nice.

Yeah.

Somebody else painted it, right?

Yeah. That's okay.

Thank you guys so much for coming by.

We're excited to be here.

Oh, we can take those for you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Here is our set where Angie will take the final decision on today's couple.

These cameras feed to a monitor over there, so you'll be able to watch it as

happens. Wow, exciting.

So, Peter, how was your date with Nancy?

Before or after the police raid?

It was nice.

I felt like we really connected.

Me too.

That's why I asked you here today.

I believe that Peter is Nancy's perfect match.

Now, Peter, would you like to see Nancy again?

I'd love to, yeah. Okay.

Well, I spoke with Nancy before the show, and now the choice is hers. If

like to go on a second date, she'll join us here on set.

Nancy, the moment of truth.

Do you agree that Peter is your perfect match?

It was so moving.

I'm glad you enjoyed it. I admit, I was a little worried Nancy might not come

out on stage.

Well, it's just for the cameras. I would never set Peter up like that if I

didn't know Nancy was a guest.

Ah, I appreciate a dramatic reveal.

Would you like to meet the happy couple?

Oh, we'd love to. Of course.

Thank you, Angie. This has made her a whole year.

Oh, my pleasure.

It's been hard, you know, with the book tour and release schedule.

We haven't seen a lot of each other.

It means a lot to you, huh?

Oh.

Love of my life.

Good night, Carl.

You have a good night, Mr.

Margaret, can we talk?

Is everything all right?

I don't know what to do.

He always knew what to do, and now she's gone.

Why don't you sit down and tell me what's wrong?

Everything.

I never meant to hurt her. You have to believe me.

What do you mean?

I haven't been honest with you.

Is this the final book in the trilogy?

I don't understand.

Did you have something to do with Beatrice's death?

No. Of course not.

Then... The accident?

She was everything that I wasn't.

Just pretty.

Popular.

I idolized her.

That day at the quarry, I followed her onto that ledge.

I wanted everyone to believe that I was just as brave as my big sister.

And she got mad at me for tagging after her, and we argued.

She was trying to get away from me when she flipped.

And then she never danced again.

Her dream was gone in an instant. I stole that from her.

So you gave her yours?

Well, fame and fortune were always meant for her.

So I wrote the book and let her have the spotlight.

I could never hurt my sister.

How could I have already taken so much from her?

Margaret, you were a kid.

You can't carry this burden forever.

I don't know what to do.

I have an idea on where to start.

Hi, Caroline.

Is your grandmother home?

Burning that midnight oil, eh, Mr. Dove? Yeah.

I really just have some things to wrap up.

All right.

Oh, you can head home.

I'll be fine.

Sweet.

Forensics just came in on the cuff link.

Hey, hold on.

We got a hit.

Partial print.

Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. I think I left my scarf here.

Oh, that's fine. I'll help you find it.

It's blue.

Cashmere. It was a gift from my wife. I've turned the whole house over looking

for it. I'm sure we can track it down.

Thanks. Oh, before I forget, I brought you an advanced copy of my new book as a

thank you.

Oh, the mystery.

I hope you like it.

Deadly by surprise.

Catchy. I just optioned it as a TV movie.

I, uh... I thought your pen name was Sylvia Donner.

Oh, that's only for the romance stuff. I go by Eli Price for everything else.

Is everything all right?

Yeah.

You know what? We should split up.

Cover more ground.

Good idea. I'll go this way. All right.

Detective

Carter,

I'm on the matchmaker set with Neil.

I think he killed Beatrice.

I got all the way to the garage, forgot my keys.

I am so happy to see you.

Well, what's wrong?

Neil, you don't want to do this.

What gave me away?

The cuff link in Beatrice's room that had the initials EP.

A gift from a fan.

I hadn't realized I'd lost one.

A lot can be overlooked in the heat of the moment.

Why did you do it?

Beatrice forced my hand.

She was going to tell my wife about her affair.

I couldn't let that happen.

You and Beatrice?

Book tours get lonely.

We both regretted it.

But Beatrice, she wanted a fresh start with her husband, insisted on coming

clean, but in order to save her marriage, she'd be destroying mine.

So you went to her hotel room before the panel. Yeah, I wanted to try and

convince her. And when you couldn't, you flipped something into her drink? That

was a contingency plan.

Okay? All of this ugliness could have been avoided if she just listened to

reason.

You know, I... I could help you.

How?

Your wife. She respects me. I could talk to her.

What would you say?

Well, relationships can bounce back from hardships. They do all the time. In

fact, they just become more battle -tested.

You really think she'd listen?

Yeah.

One second, Thad.

I'll try to move on.

You going to be all right?

Yeah. Thanks, Chief.

Stay out of trouble, would you?

Hey, I got a question for you.

What would possess you to throw a rack of clothing onto him?

I thought you wanted me to.

You gave me a look, like... No, the look I gave you was, get the heck out of

there.

That's an entirely different look. That would be like... Look, don't beat

yourself up about it, but try to remember for next time.

No, no, no. There's not going to be a next time.

Hmm.

How did you get here so fast?

Oh, I was on my way to see you.

You were?

Mm -hmm.

Forensics came back to the cuff like Neil's wife told me I could find him

Ah.

Well, thank you for the save.

You're welcome.

Well, Neil.

Found it.

Oh, let's go.

I can't thank you enough. You

really came through for me.

I'm just glad justice was served.

When you get a minute, swing by the office. I want to talk to you about

a book for us.

Oh.

Does this mean you're staying at Evergreen Publishing?

Promise is a promise.

And it's what my mother would have wanted.

Okay, maybe it's what I want, too.

That's so great.

I guess this means we're neighbors.

Yeah.

Well, see you around, Ange.

Bye. Bye.

Oh.

Hi. Hey there.

Hey. What are you doing?

Hey. Hey. What are you doing here?

Oh, I was just meeting a friend.

Yeah? Small world. Yeah.

I didn't know you had a dog. Oh, yeah.

Yeah, there's a lot of stuff you don't know about me.

What's her name?

Her name is Lucy.

Hi, Lucy.

That's a pretty name.

Thanks. Story behind that?

Oh, yeah.

Very long story.

So, uh, what do you... Oh.

Work.

Duty calls.

Off to save another damsel with a distressing social calendar.

Well, good luck with that.

Thanks.

I guess I'll see you around.

Thanks.

I still owe you that dessert.

Yeah, you do.

Study true crime. No one leaves until they've been searched.

Is there anything I can do to help?

What are we even looking for? I don't know what we're looking for yet.

Come look what I found. It's a body.