Deadly GratitudeDetective Don Layden pulled up to the cemetery as he had many times before, although tonight the crunching sound of the gravel beneath the tires was slightly muffled due to the inch or two of snow on the ground. He turned off the car and leaned his head back against the headrest and closed his eyes. His breathing slowed. Before long, the cold seeped into the car. Shaking himself, he grabbed the fresh bouquet trudged to her headstone in the dark. He removed the dead bouquet that was already there and replaced it with new daisies. Uelle loved daises.
L ori remains steadfast in her conviction that her parents’ prayers and positive thoughts helped her overcome a devastating bicycle accident from which doctors said she would never walk again. (Spoiler alert: She walks just fine today.) When her father passed, she decided to honor him with a story that both entertains and inspires, thus leading to her to write the suspense, crime novel, Deadly Gratitude.
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