Was she a writer? Growing up, she was never much of a reader but she did like to write silly stories, stories that she’d read at the dinner table to groans and eye rolls from Carla. In high school, she dabbled in poetry. Poetry that was so bad, she rarely shared her creations with anyone. It wasn’t until her first year of college that she discovered Kay Scarpetta. She devoured every novel featuring the famed medical examiner. Admittedly, she became somewhat obsessed with her, so much so that she wanted to create her own Kay Scarpetta. Murder by Day was born with dreams of Murder by Knight to follow. Unfortunately, her heroine—Claire McDonald—wasn’t interesting enough. No matter how many times she tried for a second book, Claire fell flat. Hell, even she didn’t like Claire all that much at this point.

Was she a writer? She blew out a heavy breath. No. She wasn’t. She was thirty-eight years old. She had no job. She lived with her mother.

How depressing. She liked it better when she could at least pretend she was a writer. Maybe she should think seriously about starting up a lawn business in the area. God knows she had time on her hands and she did really enjoy the work. If she could pick up five or six yards, that would at least give her some income. She had all of the equipment. She had Frankie’s old truck. All she’d need was a trailer to haul the mower and her tools on.

Yeah…maybe that’s what she’d do. Yeah, she’d think about it more tomorrow.

She stood up, a smile on her face again. It was time for some pool therapy.

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Cassidy was humming quietly to the song on the radio as she headed out of the city. She needed to stop at a grocery store along the way, but she still hoped to make it home by three. She’d actually intended on heading to the country yesterday, but a glitch—again—with their online appointment scheduling had kept her at the office. Instead of being at the house in the country—and in the pool—on an early Thursday afternoon, she was at the office, brow-beating the two so-called geniuses she’d hired to handle all of their computer needs. She’d threatened them both with unemployment if the system went down again. Not that she’d really fire them. She liked them both, nerdy as they were.