Demary Jones may have a P.I. license, but basically she's a researcher with a network of internet experts and gossip collectors who help her in her genealogy research and the research she does for lawyers and insurance companies. When she trips over a nude,dead man's body as she walks from her garage, her natural research instincts prompt her to find out his identity and why he was murdered. Her investigation leads her to counterfeit money, women duped out of money by a suave con man, Israeli secret agents, and tracking down money which may or may not have been stolen by the Nazis from their Jewish victims. Oh, and avoiding getting killed by the murderer and not making enemies in the Seattle Police Department.
When Demary Jones stumbles over a man's naked corpse on the front steps of her temporary digs, suspicious questions from the investigating detective rattle her almost as much as the nagging fear that she'd interrupted the dumping of the body, and that the killer would be back to clean up any loose ends -- like her.
The victim is identified and Demary puts her genealogical research skills to brilliant use, uncovering a past that offers some surprising answers -- and a few new questions. The picture darkens when ten thousand dollars in counterfeit money is wired to her bank account and the treasury department is ready to foreclose on her freedom. Though jail might be the safest place for her right now, she's racing to expose the sinister truth before a killer can hide all his secrets in blood.
The victim is identified and Demary puts her genealogical research skills to brilliant use, uncovering a past that offers some surprising answers -- and a few new questions. The picture darkens when ten thousand dollars in counterfeit money is wired to her bank account and the treasury department is ready to foreclose on her freedom. Though jail might be the safest place for her right now, she's racing to expose the sinister truth before a killer can hide all his secrets in blood.
