Parking Lot Peril: The Body at Sunset Park

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“Victoria, you said you saw the argument, but from your office, the view is blocked by trees, shrubbery and the equipment shed. There is no way that you could be privy to the argument from your office or anywhere in the building. Heavy glass and brick walls help to soundproof this place. 

And the scarf’s tassel caught in the back door—it matches the scarf hanging in the rec room right next to your office. That scarf, along with the wheelchair scuffs, tells me that someone transported Gregory from your office to his car.” Greg probably died in your office, and no doubt, the real murder weapon is still in there.

Victoria’s face paled. Evelyn pressed on. “You were on your cell phone to create an alibi while you staged the scene. The evidence ties you to the crime, and your lie sealed it.”

A dejected Victoria confessed. “He’s been blackmailing me for months now. The cretin stormed into my office demanding that I fire my tennis coach. He then demanded that I pay him an extra $10,000 for his troubles.”

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As officers led Victoria away, Evelyn stood in the quiet parking lot. Another case closed, but not without its toll. She glanced at the tennis courts, the sun dipping behind the horizon. ” I’ve got to get some arch supports. My feet are killing me.”