Duffel Bags And Drownings
“Today was no exception. After all, I’d discovered the body. And it didn’t help that the sleeves of my fabulous navy blue suit jacket—now hanging in the women’s restroom--were dripping with the same water in which the victim had died.
After spotting Jeri in her leprechaun costume floating in the water tank, I’d pulled her out. I’d hoped that maybe, somehow, she was still alive. But then I’d seen the scratches on her face and the big dent in her skull.
So here I was seated across the tabl...e from Detective Elliston, one of LAPD’s finest, in a small conference room at Cady Faye Catering. Elliston had seen 50, easily, but hadn’t seen the inside of a gym lately. He seemed anxious for his partner to arrive so he could get this interview over with—and, I suspected, have lunch.
“So, let’s go over this one more time, Miss Randolph,” Detective Elliston murmured, consulting the little notebook in his hand.MoreLess
After spotting Jeri in her leprechaun costume floating in the water tank, I’d pulled her out. I’d hoped that maybe, somehow, she was still alive. But then I’d seen the scratches on her face and the big dent in her skull.
So here I was seated across the tabl...e from Detective Elliston, one of LAPD’s finest, in a small conference room at Cady Faye Catering. Elliston had seen 50, easily, but hadn’t seen the inside of a gym lately. He seemed anxious for his partner to arrive so he could get this interview over with—and, I suspected, have lunch.
“So, let’s go over this one more time, Miss Randolph,” Detective Elliston murmured, consulting the little notebook in his hand.MoreLess
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