The Friday evening sunset gave no hint of the horrors that would unfold on Saturday morning.
The peace of the morning is shattered when Ruth, normally sweet and charming, goes into attack mode.
The innocent, unsuspecting toy is in peril--will nobody come to its rescue?
"I think I killed it."
Inspector Jewel visits the scene of crime, putting all her forensic skills to work. "A corpse was here but has been removed to another location."
The sole witness, alas, is mute.
The guilty but unrepentant party is found--with the evidence.
Due to the lack of a jury of Ruth's peers, all charges against her were dropped.
Another crime solved, Inspector Jewel has a well-deserved rest.
This story's author settles down to a day of writing on the porch, inspired by the sunshine, blue sky, and water view.