Murder In The Bathroom
by Don Higgins
Puffing on her cigarette, Jill peered at the moon, thinking of her plan of murder. After stifling Patricia’s foul voice permanently, she would have to exit through the bathroom window. The clothes hamper would have to make-do as a stepping stool to reach the overhead window. Girl, thank Jupiter you’re limber and athletic.
Open the window, swing it out of the way, then grab the sill with one...