MONEY didn’t enter into it. At LEAST, that’s what she said about her new romance with a less than blueblooded beau. And now, Lucy Shea was lying in the morgue. PI Jones would admit that money did have something to do with why he agreed to take this case. So when Shea’s wealthy grandfather was impatient with the police, and wanted his granddaughter’s lowlife boyfriend followed, Jones said yes. Now, here he sat, in his car, freezing, following the boyfriend. He had an EERIE feeling that all was not what it seemed with this case. Oh great, he thought, as he saw said sleazy boyfriend leave the liquor store and walk across the street into the local nudie REVUE. Why didn’t I become an accountant like my mom wanted, Jones thought for the hundredth time that day. Sighing, he shrugged off his tweed jacket, grabbed the leather one and a hat from the back seat, thinking here we go.

Georg’ann

Trying to REACH you
please REPLY.
An invitation to go RETRO,
REUSE our gogo boots,
boogie at the Soul REVUE.

Heather