Wes works in his dad's crematory, and he doesn't like it one bit--especially when he has to do under the radar favors for his dad's clients. One night, one of those favors gets called in--an inmate of the asylum out of town. He swallowed something he's stolen from one of the orderlies--and was killed for his trouble. It's even worse when the delivery guy tells him-- "If you find it, I guess it's yours."
I'm a child of the Sixties--born and raised in Southern California. I escaped that craziness, and made my own brand of crazy in Colorado--where my husband of 46 years and I raised three lovely daughters and helped with six grandchildren. I have a soft spot for LGBT issues (naturally) and zero tolerance for blind hatred.