After my Crandall died, I never thought I'd even think about giving my heart away again. Sure, I joked about dating, but I was pretty happy with my life the way it was.
Now, I've met this handsome sheriff, and whoo, boy! He sure does make my heart flutter. I'm helping him with the investigation of a missing woman...a woman we both--or at least I--believe has been murdered. He doesn't much want my help, but there's nobody who can uncover a clue like I can. I'm like one of those television detective women.
You see, I went to this upscale consignment store that my neighbor Tansie was bragging about, and I bought a clutch. It's a nice, satiny little black bag. Very classy. But--are you ready for this?--the thing had a note inside it that said, "If anything happens to me, look to Jim. He did it." It was signed Flora Adams. Well, I couldn't stand not knowing whether something had happened to Flora Adams. I mean, I bought her purse, for goodness' sakes! And it had that ominous note in it...like she was just begging me to help her.
I called my granddaughter Sunny, and she looked Flora up on the Internet. Sure enough, Flora was missing. Now this handsome sheriff and I are on the trail of the killer. I've even volunteered to go undercover. Guess who I have a date with tonight? You guessed it--Jim Adams. Do you think I should put a note in my purse, just in case?