Chapter 7
Kate unlocked the door to her fifth-floor apartment. She was barefoot, carrying the overpriced shoes she was tempted to toss in the trash. At the time, she had considered them to be an investment, well worth the expense of $169, as they made her long, slender legs appear shapely and her ass a piece of art, as the shop girl had commented. She had agreed and spent the money, deciding that eating salad for a week was a worthwhile tradeoff.
Maybe she’d reconsider—tossing the shoes, that is. But then, she had a lot to reconsider after the date she’d set so many of her hopes on, which had turned into a disaster of epic proportions. She reminded herself, after hours at the police station and then stuck in a smelly interrogation room, filling out a report, that she was hopeless at pick
