Grave New World: A Jane Ladling Mystery

“Jane Ladling. As I live and breathe,” Abigail cooed, her fingers flying up to stroke what could only be called a statement piece. A necklace adorned with stones more suitable for a red carpet than a police station. Proof of her newfound wealth. “I must admit, I expected you to make an appearance sooner. You’re nothing if not predictable.”

Hmm. This was the second time she’d heard that particular insult. Compliment? “Hello, Abigail. I’m sure you remember my friend Beau. Is your ex-husband waiting in your getaway car, ready to speed you and your new companion away?”

“Landon moved to Texas months ago.” Flicking invisible locks over one shoulder, the socialite proclaimed, “This is Mason Thorton.”

Mason and Beau shook hands. Abigail settled a palm on the chest of Hannah’s ex, staking a claim while simultaneously displaying her numerous rings. Diamonds, rubies, sapphires and emeralds glimmered from platinum bands.