My name is Izzy. I drink too much, am clumsier than a newborn foal, and my brain-to-mouth filter often malfunctions. My daredevil husband killed himself in a parachuting accident five years ago and my best friend Jack has decided it's time I jump back in the dating pool. He's perfectly happy to throw me in if I don't listen. Just when things in the dating world start to heat up, my grandma dies. Only her knitting group of Jessica Fletcher wannabes is sure it's murder. I'm not convinced but I'm always up for a bit of excitement as long as it doesn't lead to a night in jail. Well, more than one...