First Grave on the Right (Charley Davidson #1)

by Darynda Jones

brings my current job count to 3.7. I’m a private investigator when I have clients, a bartender when my dad needs me, and technically, I’m on the APD payroll as well. On paper, I’m a consultant.

The .7 stemmed from my illustrious career as the grim reaper.

Garrett chose that moment to join the conversation. “I appreciate your forethought,” he said, his tone distant, as if his mind were elsewhere. “Not as much as your fore-parts, but still …”

“Anywho, like I said, he was there the day I was born.”

Anyhow?

Don’t fear the reaper. Just be very, very aware of her.

Anywho, he’s standing there

“Sure. I’ll call a judge I used to date.” “Uncle Bob, we want the person you call to actually like you and want to do you a favor.” “Oh, she liked me. Every inch.”

“Well, if you ever get by that way, I’m in the first grave on the right of that new addition.”