Senior Case File Excerpt: Classified, Obviously
*By Someone Who Knows Better Than to Sign Her Name
They say I sip my coffee slow. That’s not true. I sip it hot—before the day gets ideas of its own.
This morning’s delivery came with a folder. It always does. Some people hand over their secrets like receipts, Jan. Others make you dig. I don’t mind a little dirt under my nails.
There’s a name scribbled halfway down the first page. You probably saw it already—*P____r H___ler*. Shame about his wife’s garden club fundraiser. Shame about the emails. Shame he didn’t check who was watching the parking lot that night.
I’m not in this business for the shame, though. I’m in it for results.
And so is *Glory Road*.
Not all the Mayhem Seniors play by the rules—but we know where the bodies are buried.
Sometimes, we planted the roses ourselves.
Want more? Glory Road: A Mayhem Senior Style Mystery is up for preorder here.
Sheila’s just getting started.
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