It started with a dropped pizza box.
It ended with Frank Peniston staring down the Doughfather, a disgraced pastry chef turned mozzarella kingpin.
In between?
- Mozzarella grids hiding Morse code
- Secret midnight wharf deliveries
- Competitive eating contests doubling as intelligence briefings
- A cheese wheel takedown that could only be called "grate justice"
- And, of course, a compromising encounter with a puzzle enthusiast and her unplugged pasta robot
Frank and Ronald are neck-deep in marinara mayhem when the Blue Crown Diamond surfaces as the true prize. With every coded pie they choke down, the plan comes into focus: a heist years in the baking.
But Frank's lactose intolerance is reaching breaking point, Ronald is carb-drunk enough to profess undying friendship to strangers, and Welvin itself may drown in cheese if the Doughfather isn't stopped.
From Frankfort Petersén's deranged imagination comes Book 12 of the Frank Peniston Mysteries, where truth is greasy, danger comes with extra toppings, and justice always arrives... hot and ready.
