My Ex-Wife's Stroke and the Cops at My Door

My wife, Eleanor Chavez, thought I was a spineless nobody. The day after our divorce, she married her first love in style, the guy with the big Benz. I didn't fight it. I sold the school-district house, got in my SUV, and drove out to the Rocky Mountains to clear my head. On the ninth day of the trip, my former mother-in-law called in a panic, sobbing, begging me to come back and take care of my ex-wife, who'd had a stroke and was paralyzed. I was about to say no when the police kicked in the door and told me I was the prime suspect in the drowning-and-dumping death of my ex-wife's first love, and in a massive insurance payout.