Publisher's Synopsis
"I always sit facing windows when I dine alone, forever on the lookout for assassins or perverts or both. It's just the nature of my work. While sipping my coffee, my orange juice arrived. After I fussed with my coffee and juice placement on the table I looked back at the front of the diner and noticed a nervous customer standing in the entry area. She scanned the room. I thought she might be expecting seating guidance by the diner 'hostess.' If so, she was in the wrong place." And so begins The Wife case for Claire. Her breakfast is ruined and she suspects her life will soon be ruined as well.
