Grave New World: A Jane Ladling Mystery

“That’s different,” Conrad said, staring at the rollaround board Jane wheeled into her living room.

Rolex meowed loudly, as if to agree.

“Thank you.” Jane had spent the night building her characters and drafting an outline for her novel, doing far more than she’d expected. “I brainstormed everything that will happen in my book except the ending, outlined the cast and even crafted the most sublime setting. And it’s all brilliant, if I do say so myself.”

Conrad’s eyes got big as he looked over her notes. “Your plotting reminds me of your casework. A mental connect the dots inside a maze scattered throughout three different dimensions.”