Murder Mystery | Crime Fiction
She Cradled the Smoking Gun: Ch 5
Stone was deciding if Morgan’s grief was real … or expertly acted
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Morgan Kincaide held her hands to her face and could barely breathe when Stone saw her in the photographer’s studio. “Oh, my God. Why?” Her floral print blouse and jeans skirt did nothing to brighten the mood.
“That’s what I’m going to find out.”
The studio was in the artsy Silver Lake district and looked like it was built when Los Angeles was young and vibrant, like in the late 1940s or 1950s. Windows were high up the white-washed walls. A soft blue backdrop flowed from the tops of two stands and onto the floor. The photographer stood idly nearby, glancing at his phone acting like he was annoyed that his project was interrupted.
The surroundings raised a question for Stone. “Isn’t it tough working the day after your lover was found shot?”
A clothes rack with changes of dresses was near the wall along with a table full of branded cosmetics. A woman fiddling with brushes and glancing at her phone sat by them. Stone had barged into a print ad shoot.
