Gone. Just gone.Roxy Sperry, the stalwart manager of Marten’s Marina is just plain gone.Yeah, that Roxy—the chain-smoking dry wit who normally can’t be rousted more than twenty feet from the bench where she holds court just outside the marina office. The woman who knows everybody and everything. The woman whose life motto is grit and pragmatism.She’s left behind one starting-to-panic teen granddaughter and a community of bewildered tenants.But Eva Malloy and her detective husband, Vaughn, won’t give up the pursuit—not for one nanosecond.Even though it’d sure help if they knew what they were looking for. Information? Hidden secrets? The truth?What truth? Or worse yet, which body?
Jerusha Jones lives in a small town in the west end of the Columbia River Gorge. When she grows up, she fully intends to be a feisty old lady. In the meantime, she regularly maxes out her library's lending limit, has happily declared a truce with the clover in the lawn, but is fanatical about sealing up cracks in her old house, armed with a caulking gun. Due to the number of gaps she has yet to locate, however, she has also perfected her big spider shriek.
Jerusha loves wool socks, Pink Lady apples with crunchy peanut butter, scenery of breathtaking grandeur, and weather just cool enough to require a sweater, all of which are plentiful in the Pacific Northwest. She is eternally grateful to have escaped the corporate world with its relentless, mind-numbing meetings and now writes (or doodles or fantasizes or cogitates or stares out the window or whatever you want to call it) full time.