Holy smokes, did you know that after snowboarding and sledding the activity associated with the highest number of injuries requiring emergency department visits is hiking?
Hmmm, I had no idea hiking was so dangerous. But someone knew.
After all, that’s how my latest case ended up dead and I’m betting it wasn’t as accidental as some people claim (a.k.a. homicide inspector McNearny). So, McNearny and I are at odds again –nothing new there.
Oh, and my Mom wants to audition to be in play. And that’s not the worst part about it – the playwright is actually a P.I. who has landed the investigation instead of me. But I’m not bitter, not at all. I know Mom only wants to be in the show because the playwright, Vicente Domingo, is sexy as hell. (I’ve nick-named him VD) – but that’s only because I’m bitter.
Wait. No. I didn’t mean that.
I’m grateful, actually, let him take the case. Let Mom be in the play even. It will get them all out of my hair and I can focus on my darling Laurie. We’ll cuddle and coo at each other and…ummm…we can do lots of things together, like shop.
Hmmm…I wonder if I should tell McNearny or VD that when I hiked up to the Lands End I noticed the trail scene warning people away from painted rock cliff had been tampered with…