Why Kill Gayle?
© Diana Trees 2011
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Why Kill Gayle?
Theo stared hard at the woman across his desk. She had chosen to stand, rather than sit in the comfortable, though hard-worn, leather chair placed in the center of the room.
“I'm not sure what it is you think I can do,” Theo said, leaning back in his own chair and gesturing at the vacant seat. “Please sit down for moment and tell me what you really want.”
Theo let his gaze travel up from the yellow pumps to her shimmering hair, and thought the woman almost lovely. She wore a simple long dress, pale yellow, and it seemed to glow in the few shafts of light that managed to bully through the filthy windows of his office. Her legs and arms, like her body, were slender. Her hair was long and nearly as pale as her dress.