It was a hot summers day, the kind of day where the less you do, the better. A nice day for a private detective not to have a case. The note tucked under my door put an end to my idle thoughts. It was from a Maxine Preston and she wanted to hire me to investigate her sister’s death. She didn’t believe that an accident caused her sister’s demise. Seemed lika a simple enough case. I’d do a few interviews, speak to my contacts at the police department, and hopefully alleviate Maxine’s doubts. I met up with my new client and began my work. A piece of cake, I thought.

Shortly into my investigation I found myself waking from unconsciousness in my car, with two shovels full of horse manure in my back seat. It couldn’t get much worse than that.

But it did.