The body wedged in the doorway, floating on a pool glass shards and red liquid, was very much alive. But the body laid out under a palo verde tree in my retention pond was very much dead. The live body wedged in the doorway was blinded in the line of duty, living a demoralizing life of forced retirement with no enemies and no hope. The corpse under the Palo Verde tree was a county code enforcer with a plethora of enemies - and I was the targeted fall gal for the murder.
This is the story of Max - the bored blind guy; Irene - the blind guy's discontented wife, who retired from school teaching to help Max; and me - Joan Freed, the rebel life coach - plus a few more characters.
We met by accident - literally. After the clean-up, they shared Keurig coffee and Biscotta with me - my first for both, and we talked a little about ourselves - like you do when you meet new people. Max was the precise picture of what crushed self-esteem in men would look like - in my opinion. Irene still had enough stamina to pull me aside and ask for help in turning their devastating grief into good grief.
While I think the second body - the dead one - was a tad overkill to trigger Max into personal growth, expanding horizons, and his own success mindset, it worked - and I'm still here to tell you about it.
A cozy mystery set in the desert southwest that started as two women on an adventure. Then came corruption, murder and mayhem, followed by life beyond biscotti - and all from a bump on the head.
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