Holidays Are Murder

She shook her head. “Vince just had a physical. His doctor told him he has the body of a twenty-year-old.”

And now Vince Lovelace would be forever young. “Did your husband swim every day?”

“Like clockwork.” The edge returned to her voice. “He always swims laps in the pool every evening before dinner. If he’d shown the same diligence toward his family….”

Trouble in paradise, but discord didn’t necessarily generate foul play. “Did your husband have enemies?”