At seventy-two years old, Deets Shanahan is ready to 'check out' and embrace old age. But, it seems his body (still functioning--just--after a bout of cancer) and Fate have other plans. Awaiting the arrival of a mystery new client, who wouldn't take no for an answer, he spies her out of his window, making her way up his drive to the front door. Suddenly, he sees her body jerk, go limp, then collapse in a pool of blood on his driveway--dead. Why did...
