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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 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. There had to be a way out. Ah, the secret