Scarlet

Jeff Riggs tossed the garbage bags into the dumpster that sat in the alley behind the Royal Flesh. He lit a cigarette, took a deep drag and watched as the sun fell below the horizon. Taking in the light spring breeze, a needed change from the stale warm air of the club.

Jeff finished his cigarette and was getting ready to return to his post at the front of the club when something caught his eye. He made his way over past the dumpster where a few metal trash cans were sitting, sticking out from behind one of the trash cans was a red shoe. A bright red stiletto attached to a slim ankle wearing black sheer stockings.

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“What do we have?” asked Detective James Andrews as he lifted the crime scene tape.

“Female, mid thirties, no ID. Found here no apparent cause of death.”…