I took Wal with me but left Cass deeply asleep on the floor. Madame Vine’s front yard was crawling with police and plastered with crime-scene tape. Every nook and cranny of the garden was lit by portables. Whitey stood at the front door, dressed in civvies and talking to my other least favourite constables, Cravich and Blake. A partially covered body lay not far from their feet. Even from where I stood I recognised the to-die-for heels peeking out from the bottom of the sheet. To-die-for. Now I wished to hell I’d never had that thought. One of Audrey’s arms was outflung and twisted and the dark shadow around her head had to be a pool of blood. I was glad I wasn’t any closer. Whitey saw Wal and me and came straight over. ‘What are you doing here, Sharp? Showing up for work?’ ‘Yes, but not the way you think. Madame Vine called me to help with the investigation.’ ‘You got a PI’s licence?’ I shook my head. ‘Then I suggest you go home to bed.’ ‘What happened?’ ‘This is a police matter,’ said Whitey officiously.
