Danger in High Heels by Gemma Halliday

Author:Gemma Halliday [Halliday, Gemma]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: jd robb, Bunheads, carl Hiaasen, one for the money, sue grafton, nora roberts, evanovich, charlaine harris, Dancing with the Stars, hunger games, patterson, glamour, DWTS, American Idol, The Voice, stephanie plum, stepahnie bond, Ryan Seacrest, fashion police, sex and the city, carrie bradshaw, Melissa Rycroft, Dirty Dancing, C429, Extratorrents, Kat
ISBN: 9780985764333
Publisher: Gemma Halliday
Published: 2012-12-24T05:00:00+00:00

* * *

Kaylie skittered back to the sound stage to reset for another rehearsal just as Max started to yell again in his seat. I picked him up, jiggling him while Dana fished out her cell and pulled up a Russian-to-English translation page. She typed in the word "Zing-ya". Nothing. She tried a slightly different spelling. Still nada. After several tries, and several bytes into her data plan, she finally found a site where the phonetic version of the word transformed into the print word: деньги. Which, after plugging that into a translation page, she found out translated into the word "money".

"So Irina and her sister were arguing about money," Dana mused, looking down at the readout.

I nodded. "And depending on how much 'zing-ya' they were talking about, it might make for reasonable motive for murder."

"We need to find that sister," Dana said.

We both looked down the hallway toward Irina's dressing room.

While yellow crime scene tape still sealed Ricky's door shut, Irina's was free of barricades. I looked over both shoulders. A couple of wardrobe people were hanging out in a doorway three down, and a PA was running through the hall with a clipboard in hand. None paid any attention to us. I slowly made my way down the hall to Irina's door, trying to look like I had every right to be there. I grabbed the door handle and gingerly turned. It twisted in my han,d and the door easily popped open.

If that wasn't an invitation to snoop, I didn't know what was.

With one more quick over-the-shoulder, I pushed forward, and Dana and I slipped into the room, Gargantu-stroller and all.

I jiggled Max up and down, praying he stayed silent in my arms as I quickly surveyed the room. A vanity sat on one side, flanked by lights. On the other was a wardrobe rack, filled with a dozen glittery dresses and a couple pairs of street clothes. Empty coffee cups sat on a table near the wall, along with make-up, hair pins, and various other personal items. It looked like no one had cleaned out the room since Irina had been here.

Lucky for us.

"What are we looking for?" Dana whispered, as I started opening drawers in the vanity.

I shrugged. "I don't know. Anything that could lead us to the sister."

Dana nodded, opening a closet and finding more costumes and several pairs of shoes.

I scooped up the contents of Irina's wastebasket, coming up with receipts for lunch, a couple of cocktail napkins, and several used tissues full of stage make-up. I looked through the cosmetics in a bag on the vanity, finding nothing more incriminating than the fact that Irina bought supermarket brand eyeliner. I moved to the wardrobe rack, finding custom garments that had me drooling and dying to try them on. But nothing that screamed sister or secret killer.

"Man, she had a lot of dancing shoes," Dana said, gesturing to the line of footwear in the closet.

I paused, checking them out. She was right. Several ballroom dancing shoes in colors ranging from hot pink to nude to jet black lined the closet floor.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.