Be careful what you wish for — you might become the prime suspect.

I’m Tori Madison, and after years of tidying up after my ungrateful husband, I made a wish for a way out of my miserable marriage. I didn’t expect the police to hand me a murder investigation.

Now I’m juggling funeral bills for my late husband, a meddling mother who’s taken over my kitchen, and a best friend who thinks launching a housekeeping business will solve all my financial woes. Meanwhile, my bestie’s police officer brother is convinced I’m guilty.

Clearing my name will take elbow grease, quick thinking, and the strongest coffee my mother’s French Press can brew. I have just one question. Do they even allow feather dusters in jail?