The problem with the mystery stories concocted by Jason Cordry is that he can never figure out who's guilty. Stuck, as usual, he takes his latest unfinished "who-dunit" to the office of his wife, Patricia Cordry, whose boss, Brennan, doesn't know she is married. Hidden in a closet, Jason overhears Brennan and his partners discussing a situation which exactly parallels his new story. He steps out when the discussion reaches the point of his story's current progress and, seeing a chance of finding an ending to his story, offers to make a suicide look like a murder. He soon finds himself the central figure in a front-page murder trial before he proves the supposed suicide to have been an actual murder - committed by one of the victim's partners.
Over My Dead Body
Jason Cordry is a none-too-bright mystery writer with a big failing: he can't think up solutions to his plots. When he accidentally frames himself for murder, he realizes he hasn't got a solution to this story either.
