TITLE: Death by High Heels
Private Investigator Kimberly Murphy is caught standing over a dead body, again, only this time it isn’t her fault. With her name at the top of the suspect list, Kim searches for the killer. Too bad her efforts lead to dead ends and even more dead bodies. To clear her name, Kim will have to catch a clever killer while evading a hot homicide detective determined to put her in handcuffs – and not the pink, fuzzy kind.
Cops hate it when you vomit all over their crime scene – a mistake I had no desire to repeat. Then again, the fact that I’d just trampled all over this scene was probably a whole new mistake I should have avoided. I stared at the corpse and fought the urge to hurl. If only I hadn’t answered the door, I’d be eating dinner instead of standing in my neighbor’s apartment looking at a dead guy.
I’ve seen plenty of weird crap but this had to be the weirdest. The guy was just sitting there in the chair. Looking at him you would think he was asleep - if not for all the blood and his guts spilled onto his lap. I tore my eyes from him and asked my ditzy neighbor the question I most wanted the answer to.
“What the hell did you hit him with?”
Lindsay dropped the strand of blond hair she’d been twirling and glanced down at floor. “My shoe.”
“Damn it, Lindsay, you can’t kill someone with a shoe!”
“Hello, they’re Via Spiga.”
“Ugh.” I glared at her. There was no way in hell she had done this kind of damage with a shoe. If she had, women would soon be saying goodbye to their much-beloved accessory. Men-even NRA members- would insist on an instant ban of the deadly yet sexy weapon.
I set my hands on my hips. “Any idea how he got this giant hole in his stomach?”