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"Readers will find themselves throughly entertained by this oddly appealing mix of the jaunty and the macabre."—Booklist
Casey and Death are on the run…again. After obtaining new identification and throwing herself off the grid, she travels to Florida to begin a new life as Daisy Gray, fitness instructor for a wealthy, enclosed community. But even while keeping her head down, it doesn’t take long for Casey to find herself in the middle of trouble. One of the residents is attacked, and Casey is the one to find her, bleeding on the tile floor of the locker room. Despite heroic attempts, the woman dies, and the community is thrown into turmoil. The cops are at a loss, unable to find anyone who might want the woman dead.
Despite Death’s urgings to go on the run again, Casey takes a careful look at the victim’s life and asks who could have wanted her dead. The free-wheeling residents? The staff? And what, if anything, might Casey’s predecessors in her new job have to do with it? Time to dig in and ask, even with Death on her back.
"The book offers plenty of suspense as well as humor..." — Publishers Weekly
".. the outlandish premise somehow works, and most readers will find themselves thoroughly entertained by this oddly appealing mix of the jaunty and the macabre." — Booklist
"...you have to hand it to Judy Clemens for providing her amateur sleuth with a genuinely offbeat gimmick: she travels with Death. Flowers for Her Grave catches Clemens in the amateurish effort of explaining in detail how Casey Maldonado comes to be running from the law in the company of a specter who is addicted to reality TV shows and loves to dress up in outlandish costumes...we're free to appreciate her companion's wit and dress code: skintight Spandex for a Zumba class; a flowered bathing suit and shades for the pool; and an all-white ensemble with brass-handled walking stick to make a fashion statement ("I am the epitome of cool"). Not even Cosmo Topper, who was advised by two charming ghosts, can beat that one." — Marilyn Stasio, The New York Times