GRANNY LOGIC: A Granny PI Short Story
Nothing like having Granny on stakeout.
I slouched in my seat and watched the fog drift outside Granny's Ford Auto-Driver car. The fog was like a cat that came in and sat on your face. Didn't care, didn't deign to care. The Pismo Beach morning was thick with it, all damp and prickly, a chill riding underneath. What I liked about the fog was that it had a way of quieting the world, bringing everything back to order.
Especially with everything so upside-down. I'd never expected that I would be tracking a worker's comp fraud case with my grandmother, Patty King.