Murder mystery | Crime fiction
She Cradled the Smoking Gun: Ch 1
Paul Kaye’s girlfriend clings to his arm during a Hollywood film premiere but he can’t shake his uneasiness. Why?
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Another film premiere. Or charity event. What did it matter?
Paul Kaye had attended many during his almost 40-year career in advertising. He strolled along the Red Carpet outside the Century City hotel with his date, a model who was half his age. Morgan beamed and tossed her long, brunette hair over her shoulders and pivoted smoothly while photographers called out to the couple.
Paul smiled yet couldn’t wait to get away from the cameras. The Red Carpet used to signify something special. Now, everyone and everything had a red carpet including dance recitals for kids and nonprofit fundraisers.
Cheap as hell.
“Here, Mr. Kaye,” chirped another photographer. He stopped and Morgan paused, stood straight, and pushed her breasts forward, although they were already filling her tight, sequined gown.
