Betty Inman Shortt - Author
My name is Joyce Greenley. I’m 72 and live in a retirement facility, not because I have to, but hell, I have the money and I hate cleaning, cooking and doing laundry, so why not? Domestic duties were never my forte. My two sons live in France, and are delighted I made the move. They think my eccentric tendencies will be tamed in The White Dove, but they have no idea how wrong they are.
Bam, bam, bam! It was six-ten a.m. as my door bounced on its hinges. I barely had it open when my friend, Gertrude, burst into the room and grabbed my shoulders. Her grey hair had come loose from its usual tight bun, and the front of her pink jogging suit pumped up and down as she struggled to catch her breath. “Joyce! Jake is dead. I...I mean he’s been killed!” she shouted in ragged gasps.
Coming soon. Too Old For Murder