The grand prize? I won the honor of exercising my dubious investigative skills on Nadine Peterson. “All right, ladies, let’s roll again.” And so we did. The dice made the circuit. Points tallied, Polly was the undisputed runner-up. Her assignment? Getting the skinny on Krystal Gold. She grinned e...
I’d just added Pete, my favorite butcher, to my list of possible murder suspects. A short but growing list. By their own admission, Mario owed both Pete Barker and Danny Boyd money. Follow the money. Was that advice I’d read in a detective novel? Or heard in a movie? If I’d known I’d be involved ...