Home Sweet Homicide
My new job: "Gracie Lee Harris, dead body finder." First it was my con man husband. Now it's Frank, the no-good contractor renovating my apartment. 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 . . .

Frank was less than, well, frank, with people (shady behavior and more); now someone has made sure he's less than alive. They say God doesn't give us more than we can handle, but I wish He didn't think I could handle so much!