Chapter 101: The Zen Of Scrubbing

One of the crappy parts about the Jones sisters leaving me in the lurch was I had to deal with all the rooms myself. No way was I neglecting that bit of business, not after my own mother had to clean the suite she and Dad used last night. So what if a guy died on me yesterday? I was such a slacker.

Regardless of my determination to keep things as normal as possible, when I woke at six like I normally did, with maybe four and a bit hours sleep under my belt, I sighed out my irritation that along with helping to solve a murder, I had toilets to scrub.

Damn it.