Discovered face down in a pool of blood that belonged to her.
Turned her over.
Still warm.
She was breathtaking.
Still breathing.
Barely.
The smell of death hovered.
Vitals fading fast.
The police detective looked in her exceptional face.
Her last bit of strength shocked him.
Grabbed his lapel with a vise grip.
Pulled his ear to her mouth.
Whispered,
"Find the other woman."
Then expired.
He pried her fingers from his lapel.
Her words had a powerful impact on him.
"I will." He said sadly to the person who was gone. "I promise."
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#1 The Other Woman
Короткі історіїAl Green. What could be said about a detective that could detect? Detect everything. He could detect truth. He could detect lies. But he couldn't figure out this one.
