When a blind old man hobbles into Nelson Rune’’s private investigation office, the young PI doesn’t expect to be hired to solve a forty-five year old murder mystery.
Harry Fletcher claims he adored his wife, Caroline — so why did he go to prison for her murder?
With the help of Cleo, his pretty neighbor, young Nelson will sift through clues of Harry and Caroline’s marriage to clear Harry’s name and find the real killer.
Tracy Winegar seamlessly weaves a story of love and secrets, opportunities and regrets in a novel that surprises to the very last page.
Born and raised on the flatlands of Central Indiana, Tracy moved to the highlands of Utah at the age of nineteen. She quickly discovered that her brand new, top of the line hiking boots were a waste of good money because she was never quite able to acclimate to the altitude in the Rockies. Tracy claims to suffer from a type of disorientation she attributes to altitude sickness to this day. It seems to be a permanent affliction.
Her husband Benjamin cohabitates in a home with Tracy and the four beautiful but precocious children they lovingly created together. Although to others their home may seem alarmingly chaotic, it is an insanity of their own making.
