Csabya1973

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 d****s.

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.