Hi, my name is Vicky Andrews. I’m in my forties and a newly-divorced mom of three teenagers. One is away at college, but that doesn’t mean I worry any less about him than the others—in some ways, I worry more! Until lately, my life has been pretty mundane.
Like all moms, I spend a lot of time in the car, at the grocery store, or keeping the basics together at home. My mornings start at 7:00 a.m. (well, maybe it was more like 7:14 after I hit the snooze button twice). I get up and start my daily chauffeur duties by taking my daughter Jenny and my son Jason to school.
Jenny is sixteen and would be happy to relieve me of this chore, if I would only get her a car. But in what she feels is my unending quest to ruin her life, I have told her she can have a car when she can afford to buy one.
I swear time speeds up during the day. If I’m lucky, I get the dishes done, a load of laundry in the washer, and make a trip to the grocery store before I have to return to the high school to pick the kids up. Of course, every mother knows that’s when the real “car time” comes.
Running one child to practice and picking up another from tutoring, while working dinner in between “I need to go to the library” and “I forgot I have to come up with a science project that defines gravity” (really, can’t we just drop an apple?) can drive even the calmest mother (which, by the way, I’m not) to wine and chocolate.
Then about twice a week things run into overtime. There’s about an hour after homework is done, when the TV is on and everyone is ready (or thinks they’re ready) for the next day. That’s when I discover that I’m out of trash stickers or cereal or milk or whatever it is that most likely can’t wait until morning.
So I put my shoes back on and go back to the store. I can’t tell you how many times I have stood in a grocery aisle, tired and a little bleary-eyed, trying to make a decision that normally is automatic. I mean, really—how many flavors of Cheerios does the American public need? And which is the one my son currently prefers?
Not that I’m complaining. It’s been a pretty good life. But I’m divorced now, and reality is fast approaching.
The pile of bills on the counter is growing, and it won’t be long till I start getting phone calls about late payments. As it is, I’ve been using my credit card for gas and groceries.
I used to have a job. I actually ran a small company that sold decorative plant stakes, but the bottom fell out of the gardening supply market just about the same time my husband fell out of our marriage.
I’ve sent out a ton of resumes. However, it appears that a degree in Elementary Education without a current teaching certificate does not get you far these days. Unfortunately, it will take me a year’s worth of college classes to get recertified.
Which is how I end up taking a job as an open house hostess at Davis Realty.
It seemed like a good idea, until I find my boss dead in the bedroom of a house for sale. Now someone has broken into my home, and the murderer may very well think I have the one piece of evidence that the police need. Detective Nick Carson is working hard on the case. And though I have to admit his arm muscles and blue eyes seem to be waking up a part of me that has been dormant for a while, I just can’t wait for the authorities to take care of this whole mess. I have children at home, for God’s sake!
So with the help of a rescued miniature dachshund, a skeleton named Max, and a coven of well-intentioned neighbors, I am trying to find the murderer – before the murderer finds me . . .
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Meet the author
L. A. Frazier is a writer, teacher, business owner, and dog rescuer in Columbus, Ohio who only goes to Krispy Kreme when the “Hot Now” light is on.
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