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My new job--'Gracie Lee Harris, dead body finder.' First it was my dead husband. Now it's Frank, the no-good contractor renovating my apartment. I think Detective Fernandez is starting to wonder about me, since I'm always sticking my nose into his homocide investigations. That could be the reason he keeps coming to question me. Frank was less than...well, frank with people, and now someone has made sure he's less than alive. They say God doesn't give us more than we can handle, but I wish He didn't think I could handle so much!
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