Black and White and Red

Black and White and Red





It's tough working as a detective in a town like this. You can go for months working on odd-jobs, nabbing the occasional cheating husband with your camera, and then one day a dame will walk into your office and turn your world upside down and inside out. Bianca de Witte was that dame. She was tall, but filled out. To use a five-dollar word, she was statuesque. She was as cold as a statue, too.


She was the death of me. Quite literally.