A new job. A new hobby. And then death by bowling pin. ​ ​Hi, I'm Glinda Goodall. After enjoying my waitressing job at my aunt's restaurant for the last three years, I got sucked into opening up my own private investigation firm—as an amateur sleuth, of course. Just because I was a good listener[read: gossip seeker] and helped solve a few crimes, that didn't mean I had any business hanging up my shingle. But hang it I did. In need of a different gossip source, my partner and I joined a bowling league. I know, right? I've shunned anything to do with athletics my whole life. Just my luck, the league had only begun when someone ends up dead on the alley with a pin in his mouth—make that a pink pin. And no, I didn't kill him, not that everyone believes me. But don't worry. I'll be fine. I just needed to find the killer. If you need to find me, I'll either be working part time at the Tiki Hut Grill or at my new digs above the Wine and Cheese Emporium.