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Helen could barely see in the semi-darkness of the drawing room, but there was no mistaking the killer's shoes protruding from beneath the musty drapes.

Saddle oxfords.

So, this was John's plan to get rid of her.

Desperately. Frantically.

Frantically, her eyes darted about the room, searching in the twilight shadows for something, anything, that would save her.