J.J. Jorgens

Being a pushy private investigator in Washington D.C. doesn’t win you many friends, and being a woman makes it worse. Sitting here in the dark waiting for the men who are coming to kill me, I thought I would pass the time by writing my obituary. Mary Jane Morris was thirty-eight years old. Disillusioned with lawyering, she became a private investigator. She was a good friend and a bad enemy, ...