Second Grave on the Left (Charley Davidson, #2)

by Darynda Jones

With a sigh, I realized I was getting way too much exercise. I’d just have to counteract it later with cake.

I clawed and slipped my way to the top of the fence, cringing as the metal wire dug into my fingers. Guys made this stuff look so easy. The only things I liked to scale on a semi-regular basis were those same guys who made this stuff look easy.