An Ennis Fletcher Murder Mystery – Vol. 1
Introducing Pearl Pearson

Pearl Pearson had grown used to the quiet. Ever since her beloved husband William passed away seven years ago, it had just been her and Gina—her loyal little Miniature Pinscher—for company. She still missed William every single day, but she’d followed her friends’ advice in those early grief-stricken months: no sudden moves, no big decisions. Eventually, though, the sight of his clothes hanging untouched in the closet became too much. With care, she packed them up and donated them to the local thrift shop—on the condition that some of the proceeds would help support the nearby animal shelter.

At 83, Pearl took comfort in routines. Gina always got her lunch first—usually a little something from last night’s dinner—and today was no different. “Ready for your roast beast, sweetheart?” she asked, smiling as Gina let out a sharp “Woof!” Pearl had the microwave routine down to a science: nine seconds on power level four, just enough to warm it without drying it out.

Their little world was simple. Predictable. Safe.

Until a routine visit to the vet took a wrong turn—and Pearl found herself caught in a web of secrets, lies, and something far darker than she ever expected.

She may be 83. She may have cloudy eyes and creaky knees.
But don’t count Pearl out just yet.