By Nancy Martin
On the unveiling of the main mind-blowing bra in style heritage, Nora's boss is located trussed up in pantyhose and shot execution variety. to discover the killer, Nora needs to shadow the main glamorous suspects in Philadelphia-including a bad-boy dressmaker and 2 luscious dual versions. even though they're used to "murder with sort" (Pittsburgh Magazine), move your arms for the Blackbird sisters, simply because this time, excessive society hasn't ever stooped so low.
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But once in a while, like an old hunting dog seeing the shotguns come out, he woke up eager for the chase. “Nora, we just heard the news about Kitty. ” “Was she . . ” I spent a quick moment pondering my predicament. Stan deﬁnitely was an old bird dog of a newspaperman who knew how to follow the scent of a story. “Listen, I’m not ready to talk to the press yet, okay? I . . ” He hesitated between human kindness and his journalist’s instincts. “But our crime desk guys are hoping to get the ﬁrst break on this story.
With a mouthful of bagel, Libby nodded. ” The phone rang again, and Libby went to answer it. I took Michael’s oatmeal back to the pantry, unopened. The thought that he hadn’t had any breakfast suddenly brought a stupid lump to my throat. The police had no evidence against him except that he’d been conveniently on the premises when they arrived and a silly coincidence with panty hose. And now, while they wasted precious hours interrogating him, the real killer could be off enjoying brunch at a picturesque country inn while Michael went hungry.
She had dried blood in her hair, smeared on her face. I felt the earth tilt. The morning sunlight darkened. Spike’s bark began to echo in my head, and everything began to blur. My heart slammed in my chest as I stared at the dead woman on my porch. In my ear and a thousand miles away, Libby said, “Nora? Did you hear me? Are you there? Nora? ” “It’s Kitty,” I gasped. “Kitty Keough. ” A soundless snowstorm whirled up around me, and I fainted. Chapter 4 I woke up with an ice pack on my face and Michael roughly wrapping me in blankets.