She was all too familiar with the physical sensations they produced: the queasiness that went far deeper than the average upset tummy, the loss of equilibrium, the sinking feeling that the ground beneath your feet was about to rise up and smack you in the head. Not to mention the pure panic of it all when you realized that your world, as you knew it, might literally be coming apart at the seams. As she stood there in the middle of Jameson’s preparation room and heard the words “high heel,” she experienced all those earthquake sensations and more. In less than a couple of seconds, her imagination had generated more than one horrific scene that would most likely be part of her future: Sheriff Thomas Stafford reading that ruling on the coroner’s report, members of the jury listening to Herb Jameson testify as they stared at the muddy high heel that was Exhibit A on the evidence table. One look into the mortician’s eyes told Savannah that he was all too aware of the high heel, her high heel.
