Episode 6 of a serial story begun a few Sixes back. Care for a recap? Begin with Episode 1 and I’ll meet you back here!
Even before I fully comprehended what the toe of my boot had caught on, the hairs on the back of my neck were straining skyward.
The once iridescent opal colored dress she’d worn the night before was splattered with blood and the brackish brown of tannins stirred up by boats navigating the Hudson (would be Jackson Pollock haute couture, if he’d been a fashion designer). A single .45 caliber bullet hole through the center of a once smooth, milky white forehead – she probably never knew what hit her; I felt sad.
As the last of the sun’s light swapped out for a softly luminous quarter moon high above what was now the 2nd crime scene I’d come across in the last 24 hours, I realized maybe taking a walk on the riverfront to clear my head after the blowout with Jimmy wasn’t such a good idea. Or was it – maybe this was fate stepping in, giving me a heads up. But heads up to what??