A few years ago, my husband and I were sitting outside a McDonalds in Baltimore, Maryland when I spotted a pumpkin vine growing under the fence. I turned to him and asked, “Who owns the pumpkin? The owner of the vine, or the owner of the property where the pumpkin lands?”
It was a good question and the more I thought about it, the more questions I had. The end result was my first cozy mystery, THE POSTMAN ALWAYS DIES TWICE. I’m in the middle of rewriting the original draft, so it’s not quite available yet.
So here’s a fun puzzle to help you pass the time until it releases.