The Pink Pumpkin Party

How can a perfectly planned Halloween party go really, really wrong? Easy. A dead body shows up in my decorated coffin. Welcome to my witchy world. Hi, I'm Glinda Goodall, the good witch from the south, who is a hopeless snoop turned amateur sleuth. I had one job this October, and that was to decorate for the annual Halloween fest at my aunt's restaurant. It was organized to the max: ghosts floating on the ceiling, a coffin with a vampire, and a small cemetery surrounded by pink-painted pumpkins. Spooky yet festive. Just my luck, someone was murdered at the party. I might not have inserted myself into the investigation had the corpse not been a very important person to our family. At first, it seemed like an open-and-shut case since several witnesses saw Spiderman kill the vampire. The problem? A ton of guests had similar outfits. What was worse was that several people were dressed as vampires-just like the dead guy. The big question was whether our friend was the intended victim or not. With the help from my psychic cousin and my talented computer expert business partner, we're sure to get to the bottom of this. So, stop in at the Tiki Hut Grill for a cup of java, and you just might see me.