(From the publisher):
Any fear I had felt up to now was kid stuff. Now I was really alone and on the run, and from something real. Maybe I hadn't believed they could hang me for killing my ex-wife when I hadn't even been there. But it sure looked as if they could get me for the murder of the old man.
I'd been there - my fingerprints were all over the place.
They could hang a motive on me - claim I flew into a rage when he told me my bail bond was cancelled.
The safe was open - there was money all over the place, like feathers in a hen house.
They could say I'd threatened him - and since being threatened isn't good for a sick man of eighty, he had dropped dead.
Original title: The Late Mrs. Five
Genre: Fiction→ Crime and Mystery→ Suspense