Suicide bombers are easy to spot. They give out all kinds of tell-tale signs. Mostly because they’re nervous. By definition they’re all first-timers.
Ever since Henry’s death, I’d been losing things. I lost keys, sunglasses, checkbooks. I lost a spatula and found it in the freezer, along with a bag of grated cheese.
The ravens were the first sign.
I never meant to be a private eye. The whole thing, in fact, was my accountant’s idea. A tax dodge. Half a joke.