Shop Till You Drop
By eleven-oh-two, all the special guests had arrived. Helen popped the
first champagne cork. It was like she had fired a starter's pistol. The five women bought as if shopping was a competition sport, an Olympic
event. They spent like drunken congressmen with taxpayers' money. The clothes
Tara bought cost more than Helen made in a year at Juliana's. Niki beat her
in the shopping sweepstakes. Brittney spent more than both women combined.
The women spent with style. They tried on dresses that laced fetchingly
up the front like corsets, or bared elegant backs. Skirts were slit to the
thigh. Blouses showed off smooth shoulders or slender waists.
The fabrics were rich or sheer or so frothy you wanted to dive into them.
The colors were edible. Tiffany bought a delectable peach slip dress.
It's stylish on her, Helen thought. I'd look like I was in my underwear.
Sharmayne came out in a severe black Chanel suit piped in white, and
black ankle-strap heels straight out of a bondage catalogue. The effect was
incredibly sexy. Everyone applauded, and Sharmayne did a catwalk strut
through the store.
They are so beautiful, Helen thought. They're like flowers in an exotic
garden. Except one of these beauties could be a killer. She looked at the
gorgeous women laughing and sipping champagne. She wondered which one
murdered that poor woman and let her rot in Biscayne Bay.
She also wondered why she was trying to trap this killer. Was she nuts?
The fear began crawling in her guts again. I'm playing Nero Wolfe, she
thought, but I forgot he had Archie Goodwin when he sat in a room with a
killer. Not me. I'm getting them drunk. I'm unarmed and desperate.
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