PI Katie Hasworth faces solving her first homicide in Key West, Florida.
The stuffy cubicle reeked of amonia, sweeping compound, and lemon oil. What if she sneezed? What if the intruader came to the closet for something? She looked behind her. She could make out a carton of paper towels large enough to hide herself if she hunkered and ducked her head. The thought offered slight comfort.
Katie could see Elizabeth Wright's hand tremble and she fumbled in her handbag then pulled out a small gun, aiming it at the closet door.
"Who's in the closet? I know someone's there. Come out with your hands up."
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