She juggles life with a sense of humour and the enduring knowledge that everything is temporary.
A Veronica Tracey Mystery
“I’m looking for a private investigator. I have lost something.”
“My speciality is people and I’ve been known to find the occasional lost dog.”
“How about garden ornaments?”
“Pardon?” I could feel a frown puckering the skin on my forehead and worked hard to dislodge it.
“I’ve lost some garden ornaments.”
“That’s not something I’ve ever been asked to find before. What type of ornaments?”
“Gnomes,” he said with a straight face.
“Gnomes? Are you serious?”