TITLE: Death by High Heels
I wasn't sure which was worse, the smell or the sight of his organs spilled out onto his lap.
"What the hell did you hit him with?" I asked.
"Your shoe? Damn it, Lindsay, you can't kill someone with a shoe." I snapped.
"Hello, they're Via Spiga."
"Ugh." I rolled my eyes. There was no way in hell she had done this kind of damage with a shoe. If she had women all over the world would soon be saying goodbye to their much beloved accessory, the high heel. Once this made the news men everywhere, even NRA members would insist on an instant ban of the deadly yet sexy weapon.
"Any idea how he got this giant hole in his stomach?" I asked.
"What? No, I hit him and ran."
"Come here and see if you recognize him."
"Gross, no way."
"Quit being a coward and come here."
"I'm not a coward because I don't want to look at some dead guy."
"Just get your ass over here!" I yelled.
"Police, nobody move!"
Standing in the doorway was Twin Falls' oldest beat cop, his gun drawn and pointed in my direction. It would have been a scary sight, if he didn't look like he was about to go into labor at any minute with triplets.
"Ah hell," I muttered. "Hey Duncan."
"Kim Murphy. Oh man the Chief's gonna be pissed," Officer Duncan said.
"The chief?" Lindsay asked.
"The chief of police. He's my dad," I answered.