Rear Window by Susan McCreery

He wore a suit well, she thought, despite his bulk. She left him where he lay on the floor and took her martini to the window seat. Time enough to dispose of the body. All she’d need was a stout suitcase or two. She sucked the olive off the swizzle stick and laughed at the idea: Ding-Dong. Avon calling!

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