There's been a murder in a suburban home. Gary Oster, the victims' husband, hired the cleaner. The cleaner is a specialist - he cleans murder scenes. Somebody has to.
There's some nice dark humor in the opening paragraphs like when the cleaner describes his neighborhood and gives it a name; Felony Flats.
While doing his job the cleaner finds the murder weapon the cops missed. But he does not turn the knife in.
I kept wondering what the hell he was up to. The moment you hang on to something like that you can be charged for obstruction of justice.
This was a tidy little story with just enough at the end to make you wonder if the character wouldn't do something stupid.
I really liked this one.