My new job: Gracie Lee Harris, dead body finder. First, my con-man husband. Now, Frank, the no-good contractor renovating my apartment. Frank was less than, well, frank, with people; now someone has made sure he's less than alive. And I think Ray--uh, Detective Fernandez--is starting to wonder about me, since I'm always sticking my nose into his homicide investigations. That could be the reason he keeps coming to question me....They say God doesn't give us more than we can handle, but I wish He didn't think I could handle so much!
How do you feel?