from the Material Witness Mystery Series
by Diane Vallere
You know how sometimes you meet somebody and everything about them is wrong—they judge you before they know you, they assume you’re out to get them, they insult your family, and they accuse you of, well, let’s not get into the accusations. You know that feeling? That’s what happened when I first met Poly Monroe. It was last year. She came to San Ladrón to inherit her great uncle’s fabric store. I was there because I work for my father’s development and investment firm and he’s been interested in the property but had another appointment so he sent me. It was strictly business. But then Poly fell through a window (what kind of a girl climbs through a window?) and knocked me over.