Murder in Size 6
Frain lay on the ground in a pool of his own blood. A six-inch heel, showing only five-and-a-half inches, jutted out from his right eye.
One witness to the murder.
“I only heard it,” the woman said. “Never saw anything.”
Detective Crowley said, “What did you hear?”
“Mrs. Frain’s threat. I remember her exact words.”
“Uh huh. Why don’t you tell me. Exactly.”
“She said, ‘One of these days these shoes are gonna walk all over you.’ You know, like -”
“The song. Yeah, I get it.”
“Only not boots …” She felt Crowley’s eyes burn into her and cut herself off. The woman started to hum. Then sung a little under her breath. “And one a these days…”
Sergeant Margo Flynn thought that day had arrived. She’d arrived on the scene with the well-heeled Mrs. Frain in cuffs. One high-heeled shoe missing. “Found this lady limping in the lobby.”
Detective Crowley eyed Mrs. Frain’s feet. “Well, the devil does wear Prada. Book her, Margo. Murder One.”
there are a few places in this world with no wifi, and I’m in one. So I’m trying to post this on the side of the road typing with one hand and hanging on with the other. It’s gonna be the death of me!