It had been a dark night, too cold and too lonely for anyone except those called to investigate a murder. Now sitting at her desk, hands wrapped around a cup of tea, Detective Sarah Jane Smythe was reviewing some of what they had found: a subway TOKEN clutched in the victim’s hand; a note in the victim’s pocket with an email address; and a crushed bouquet of flowers next to the body. And then there were the SPIKE heels — there was something odd about them, something that Sarah Jane could not let go of. Was it the way they broke? The angle? How they seemed wrong with the rest of the victim’s clothes? It was buzzing around her head like a PESKY insect. She sighed. Perhaps 4 am was not the best time to expect results from herself. Best to go to bed for a couple of hours and then bring it up with her team. She pushed away from the desk, and in her haste, the tea cup fell to the floor. Looking at the shattered pieces, it hit her. “Of course! What an idiot I am!!”

Georg’ann

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