Wednesday, June 20, 2012
Digging Up Dirt
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Domestic Diva Mysteries
by Krista Davis
My boyfriend, Wolf, is a softie about some things. He's a homicide detective, which means he can be serious in a very scary way. On the other hand, he loves the Blaze climbing rose in my backyard. It reminds him of one at his house that died. Isn't that sweet? A big, tough guy who is sentimental about rose bushes?
We had a little spat, nothing serious, but as a surprise, I thought I'd buy a rose bush and plant it in back of his house where the old one was. Maybe that's not the most romantic thing in the world, but I thought he'd appreciate the gesture.
I took my dog, Daisy, along. Wolf has a nice large backyard with loads of trees. Perfect for a dog to snoop around.
He wasn't home, so I took my time, but that rascally dead rose bush just would not come out of the dirt. No matter how much I dug or how hard I tried. Daisy even helped me dig. And then it happened. The dead roots finally gave way, and I found a purse buried there. No wonder the rosebush died.
It's a good leather purse. Expensive! And it has his missing wife's driver's license inside it. His wife has been missing for years. What do I do now?
Who buries a purse in a garden? I didn't just dig up the dirt, I dug up a nightmare.
Help! What would you do?
Read about A Day in the Life of Francie Vanderhoosen today, too!