Here I sit at a police station being accused of murder! Will wonders never cease? How could I have decapitated Gerry Delaney when he was a big, barrel-chested man and I'm a slim woman, barely registering five-feet six? That's something the cop interrogating me can't or won't answer. Besides, why would I kill Gerry? I was trying to get him to buy tequila mixers for his dive bar. He hadn't made up his mind yet and killing him wasn't going to help. I'm Hetty Carson, private investigator. … [Read more...] about The Trouble with Murder, A Hetty Carson Mystery by Vanessa A. Ryan