In the insurance investigation business, it's not often that I deal with weighty issues from the criminal justice system. Most of my time is spent conducting lightweight investigations, hoping to find someone with a drunken driving record, which I'm embarrassed to say I dive into with palpable zeal. Until I met Verna Lawton. My insatiable curiosity - the same that got me sent home in third grade for putting hot sauce in my teacher's coffee - has led me into a world of yard gnomes, muddy river baths and shadowy homeless camps. All because I had to find out what happened to a cranky old woman...