The Errant Heirs Caper

At a dime a dozen, I'm going broke handing out excuses for my dad.

The name on the door says "JD Pierson, Investigator," but most days the chair behind his desk is empty. It's 1936 and times are hard for everyone in Tyler, Texas, but it's all I can do to keep the rent paid since Dad lost his way in a bottle of gin.

When JD suddenly shows a moment of sober coherence, I whisk him off to his favorite fishing lake in the hopes I can keep him off the sauce. I wanted Dad back in the investigator ...