Danger in High Heels (High Heels Mystery)
Gemma Halliday
Language: English
Pages: 192
ISBN: 0985764341
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Maddie Springer is all about fashion. So when her best friend Dana's movie star boyfriend, Ricky Montgomery, becomes a contestant on the ballroom dance reality hit, Dancing with Celebrities, she is over the moon at the thought of visiting the sparkly, spandexy costumes on the set. That is until Ricky's dance partner is found dead in his dressing room... in the nude! Suddenly the police suspect him of murder, Dana suspects him of cheating on her, and the reporters at the L.A. Informer, Hollywood's most notorious tabloid, have dubbed him "Dancing Death". Now it's up to Maddie to clear his name as she wades through a misfit cast of reality show dancers to find out just who has a grudge against the show's star... and who is in danger of taking their final bow next!
there in the perfume section. Shaniqua Jones at the Firefly Gym. 215 Honeywell Street, West Hollywood. Go scoop Allie. Chapter Six An hour later we were parked in front of the Firefly Gym in West Hollywood. Where Hollywood was known for its glamorous stars, footprints in cement, and tourist attractions galore, West Hollywood had a much different vibe. One that was colored in rainbows and sang along to Judy Garland records. The West Hollywood male population outnumbered women five to one and
didn't come home last night." "Oh, honey." I grabbed her in a hug, ignoring the funky scent telling me she'd skipped the shower this morning, too. "He texted," she told me. "Said he was staying at his Malibu house hiding out from the press." I nodded. "I can understand that." "But I think he was really hiding out from me." Her voice cracked on the last word. I shook my head violently from side to side. "No. I'm sure that's not true." Dana sniffed, wiping her nose with the back of her hand.
with one sparkling diamond stud in his right ear. And one wet, red bullet hole in his chest. Chapter Fourteen I blinked, listening to the sound of my own heart beating like a jackhammer in my chest, Dana gasping, and someone screaming at the top of her lungs. It took me a minute to realize the screamer was me. When I finally paused for air, I grabbed Dana by the arm. "We gotta get out of here." She nodded dumbly, still making little gasping sounds, as we turned and sprinted to my car. We
neighbors saw something? Maybe she told one of them where she was going?" "Okay I'll take the doors on the left," Marco said, stepping up to 3D. Ling took the ones on the right, and I opted to go talk to the downstairs neighbor. Having spent several years in a small apartment myself as a single lady, I knew that one man's ceiling was indeed another man's floor. Or, in our case, possible murderer's floor. Her downstairs neighbors may not have seen anything, but I'd bet money they'd heard Katrina
too." He popped a kiss on the top of my head. "Just like you forgive me for being a little overprotective at times. I should know by now that you can take care of yourself." I bit my lip. "Most of the time," I added, feeling bruises from my confrontation with Katrina already forming. I looked up at the office where she was still waving her arms and yelling. "So, is she talking?" I asked, gesturing toward our suspect. Ramirez nodded. "Oh, yeah. Talking up a storm. Only problem is it's half in