Suspect in High Heels by Gemma Halliday

Author:Gemma Halliday
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: romantic suspense, romantic comedy, womens fiction, chick lit, fashion, antiques
Publisher: Gemma Halliday

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I picked up the twins from preschool, and while they went to town on a couple of coloring books, I spent the rest of the afternoon working on some sketches for my upcoming line of high heeled winter boots. But my heart wasn't really in it. My mind kept going to the missing Allison Cash, the dead Peter Carrington, and my mom caught in the middle of it all.

By the time Ramirez walked in the door with—God bless the man—a large pizza in hand, I'd made very little headway on either my suede ankle boot or the question of Carrington's death.

"Is that pepperoni?" I asked as he stooped to plant a kiss on my cheek before depositing the pizza on the counter.

"Uh-huh. With sausage and mushroom."

Be still my beating heart. I abandoned my sketchbook and followed him to the kitchen, where he'd already grabbed two plates and a pile of napkins. He extracted one gooey slice and set it on a plate before passing it to me.

"This isn't to butter me up for anything in particular, is it?" I asked, digging into the cheese covered heaven.

He shook his head. "I wish. It's mostly to soften the blow."

I paused mid-chew. "Oh no. What now?"

Ramirez served himself a slice. "Word at the station is Laurel and Hardy have a witness in Carrington's murder."

I swallowed my bite of pizza that suddenly felt like cardboard. "Mom mentioned something about that earlier. She said someone claims to have seen her with Carrington."

He nodded.

"But they're lying," I said, pointing my slice of pizza at him for emphasis.

"Or mistaken about who they saw. Or what they saw or when they saw it," Ramirez added. "You know witnesses. Memories aren't always reliable."

"But it isn't helping Mom's case any, is it?" I asked.

Ramirez shook his head slowly. "Sorry, babe."

I took another bite of pizza, needing comfort food.

"And there's more."

I glared at Ramirez over the top of my slice. "More?" I asked, my mouth full.

"Laurel and Hardy are naming an official suspect in Carrington's death."

"Tell me it's Allison Cash?"

He shook his head slowly again. "Wish I could, kid. But they like your mom for this."

"My mom did not kill anybody," I said vehemently.

Ramirez held his hands up in a surrender gesture. "I know, I know. But it's out of my hands. Trust me, I've been trying to run interference as much as a guy who is off the case can."

While I knew Ramirez was doing everything humanly possible to keep my mom out of jail, I just wasn't sure it would be enough.

"What does 'official suspect' mean?" I asked.

Ramirez pursed his lips together like he'd rather not say.

I set my slice of pizza down on my plate. "Come on. I'm a big girl. I can take it." Maybe.

"They'll be going public with her name."

I sucked in a breath, thinking the kind of words I didn't dare say out loud around my preschoolers. "I'll call Faux Dad and see if he can keep her off social media."

"Good luck," Ramirez told me.

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