My name’s Gladie Burger, and my Grandma Zelda says that I have “The Gift.” That means that I’m going to be a great matchmaker, and it probably means that I can know things that can’t be known.
Just like my grandma.
She knows who should be matched with who, and she also knows what the weather’s going to be weeks in advance. Some people call that a Third Eye. Some people call it psychic. Some people call it weird.
I’m betting Grandma is wrong. The only “gift” I’ve had in my life is not being able to hold down a job. I might have a commitment problem.
But I’m helping her out in the matchmaking business, anyway. So far, I haven’t made a match, and now after our neighbor across the street fell, hit his head, and died, I can’t stop thinking that maybe his death was no accident.
Maybe it was murder.
I may have commitment issues, but I seem totally committed to finding out if he was murdered and who murdered him.
The annoying Chief of Police—who unfortunately turns my insides into molten estrogen jelly—thinks I should be committed for sticking my nose in where it doesn’t belong.
Luckily, another neighbor is just as hot as the Chief, and he’s more than happy to support my sleuthing. Ditto my best friends Bridget and Lucy.
It’s a toss-up if I’ll solve this mystery, get killed in the process, get arrested, or find true love.