The Craigslist Killer Pt. 03

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That evening, Ron asked me if I wanted to go out to dinner at Morton's again. I could hardly contain my excitement! I'd packed the dress I wore the night Gregg tried to murder me, and my garter belt, stockings and stilettos, and I wore my brunette wig this time. It was still spitting rain outside, and I couldn't bear to expose my new sable coat to that, so although I'd be cold I decided to go with my trusty pashmina shawl.

We got to the restaurant at a few minutes before seven. Ron dropped me off at the curb, and waited for a valet while I ran inside. I was waiting for him in the lobby when a stranger came up to me. No, it wasn't a stranger - it was one of the cops who's interrogated me at the Intercontinental the night I killed Gregg! I froze as he pulled something out of his coat pocket. "Mr. Xxxxxxx? I have a warrant for your arrest."