Deeper Than the Dead (Vera Boyett, #1)

by Debra Webb

This had not been home for a very long time, yet somehow, it always would be. Funny how life was like that. You spent years dreaming of escaping a place, and no matter how far and fast you ran, you could never get completely away. It was part of you. Entrenched on a cellular level.

How on earth does that woman keep her hair so high? It’s like a cone-shaped tower—like the one at the Twistee Treat shops we stopped at for ice cream when we went to the beach in Florida.”

If family commitment determined a person’s afterlife reward, Vera was screwed.

Anytime your emotions were out of control, it was better to say nothing at all. A single misspoken or slipped word could cause irreparable damage.

Desperate people did desperate things.