Kiss the Girls

those deaths in her family. It was probably why she was the one who had escaped from Casanova’s house.
    I remembered what she had told me—
just one night, Alex.
A night neither of us would ever be able to forget. I hadn’t been able to forget it. I hoped Kate hadn’t either.
    As I stared out the porch window into the darkness, I couldn’t shake the eerie feeling that I was being watched. I solved the problem in true Doctor-Detective fashion. I stopped staring out the grime-stained window.
    I know they are out there, though.
    They know where I live.
    I finally went to bed, and had no sooner fallen off to sleep, when I heard a banging sound in the house. Loud banging. Persistent noise. Trouble.
    I grabbed my service revolver and hurried downstairs, where the banging noise continued. I glanced at my wristwatch. It was three-thirty. A witching hour. Trouble for me.
    I found Sampson lurking at the back door. He was the noise-maker.
    “There’s been a murder,” he said as I unlocked, unchained, and opened up for him. “This one is a honey, Alex.”