byDetective Lynn Collins took a deep breath as she stepped into a huge ballroom at the estate of Miriam McCall on the outskirts of Louisville. It was Derby Week, and the city was alive with the buzz generated by all the events leading up to “the most exciting two minutes in sports.”
Scanning the elaborately decorated room, Lynn realized that none of the week’s activities from the Pegasus Parade to the giant hot-air balloon race drew more attention than the McCall derby party.
“Oh, Detective Collins,” said an obviously overwrought woman heading toward her, “I’m so glad Chief Jennings sent you.”
“Exactly what’s the problem?” said Lynn.
“Somebody’s taken Aristides’ shoe!” gasped the silver-haired woman in a floor-length gown.
“Hold on, now, Mrs. McCall,” said Lynn, trying to keep her voi
