You were so wonderful when we first met, extremely thoughtful and attentive. I was swept away not only by your charm, but also by the places we went and the gifts you bought. It felt like a fairy tale dream come true .
I was thrilled when you asked me to be your partner in your latest investment deal. Our relationship was moving up a notch – we were making a joint purchase - building a future together. So what if it took most of my life savings – you were confident it was a sure thing, and you were obviously living well off your investments. Unfortunately, this new investment turned sour, we lost all our money, and you moved in with me to economize. Our relationship remained great until my savings were completely depleted, and we were living off my income – not enough to go out for fancy dinners or take long vacations. All of a sudden, you became short-tempered and critical and spent most of your time away from home supposedly trying to drum up financial backing for your latest scheme.
When a mutual friend saw you with another woman at the romantic restaurant you used to court me, I understood that it was just business, that you hated having to spend all that time away from me, and that you wished you didn’t have to wine and dine others. I agreed it would be better if I mortgaged my house to fund you so we could keep all the profits in the family. Unfortunately, that investment didn’t work out either.
So now you are telling me you have found someone else and are leaving me virtually penniless. You seem surprised at how well I am taking it – no tears, no recriminations, just a sad good-bye.
I know your new love. I even introduced the two of you at one of my sorority dances. She is beautiful, rich and successful – just as I was when we first met. But what you don’t know is that she is a computer hacker who has discovered your hidden bank accounts and is in the process of gaining access to them. For sorority sisters have a bond stronger than friendship. We stick together and hatch schemes of our own. Soon our fates will be reversed. You may not be what you say you are, but neither am I.
Deputy Dave Jenkins sets out to find the murderer of the local high school principal, aided by a voice from the grave that is sometimes helpful and sometimes misleading.
"Murder isn't usually this funny."
Amazon reviewer
