Fashion, Lies, and Murder by Sibel Hodge

Author:Sibel Hodge [Hodge, Sibel]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Gemma Halliday Publishing
Published: 2014-10-10T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Luckily, throbbing body parts didn't keep me awake that night. Mine or Brad's—although I was quite sure that Brad would've liked the idea. However, he had left shortly after we consumed our dinner. Random thoughts deep in my subconscious kept me awake instead. There was just something about the disappearance of the fashion collection. Something about it kept niggling away at me. I woke up early with an idea burning in my brain.

I crawled out of bed and toed through the discarded clothing piled up on the floor. I peered in the closet, only to discover that a clothes-stealing troglodyte had been wearing all my clothes and failing to return them, washed and ironed. All I had left in the closet were my girly clothes, which were far too nice and too expensive to wear while chasing criminals. I dug around a little more and finally discovered a pair of camouflage combat trousers and a sweatshirt in my laundry basket that appeared to be recyclable.

I didn't have time for breakfast, so I gulped a glass of orange juice and grabbed a cold baked potato to eat in the car. My foot still felt a bit tender when I stuffed it into my standby pair of sneakers, which I kept in the back of the cupboard for just such an occasion. That proved the theory I'd had for a number of years now: a girl can never have enough pairs of shoes.

My first stop was Heather's apartment. As I pulled into the communal parking lot, I noticed that her BMW was still parked in the same spot. A black and white cat rubbed himself against the tires in ecstasy, like he'd been snorting catnip. I took the stairs to her apartment and rapped my knuckles gently on her door. As I did this, the door swung open a couple of inches. Either I had magic door-opening knuckles, or the mob goons had left it unsecured. My second guess seemed like the most plausible. I suspected they weren't particularly security-conscious guys.

I took a deep breath and pushed the door open all the way. Everything seemed exactly as I'd left it when I ran out on Saturday, minus the goons. I wandered through the rooms with a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. Heather still hadn't returned.

Next up, I went by Fandango's office, just in case Heather had been mysteriously transported there in some kind of weird Star Trek-y time warp. The only living thing that greeted me was a solitary sparrow, pecking about on the ground. The doors were still locked. I banged on them a couple of times just in case. While I waited, I peered through the leopard skin curtains, but the place was as deserted as the Mary Celeste.

I said goodbye to the sparrow and made my way to Tia's apartment.

"Hi." Tia's face lit up when she saw me. "Have you got any news? The police haven't told me anything." She beckoned me inside.

Her apartment was exactly how I'd imagined it would be.

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