Not 10 minutes earlier, the 32 year-old had opened her door to get the paper only to find a plain white shoebox lying there, with "Kelly Anderson" thi...kly scrawled across the top in Sharpie.Sighing dejectedly, Kelly had to wonder who had sent her these tacky heels. And why? If this was a gift from one of her friends, they had got her style dead wrong.Give the heels a try. They're not gaudy. They're actually quite cute, right?Kelly brushed a few strands of golden hair from her face, and picked. Drew climbed back into his Ford Mondeo and radioed to find out the ETA of the scene of crime team. The advice he received was that it was still half an hour away, having already been out at another scene that night."Half an hour until the forensics bods get here," he said to MacLean, "I suggest you take a careful walk around the outside while I have a look inside. We need to get a feel for what we're dealing with here." Okay," replied DI MacLean."Kenny, be careful," Drew added.Both of them. After a minute of silent thought, I took a deep breath and blurted out,"I consent..."Suddenly the image in the mirror flickered out, then shifted, almost asif jumping to a different scene. And perhaps that was exactly what itwas, because Aunt Elyse was sitting in a somewhat different positionnow."Thank you," Aunt Elyse smiled to me from the mirror, looking somewhathopeful. I suspected that she hadn't been sure if I would choose toconsent or not, and that she had probably recorded different. Relieved that she'd not yet heard the footsteps, I made her pick up her book, then dragged her to the nearest classroom. Locked. Damn the steps were getting nearer, and she heard them too. I saw her prepare to scream, and punched her again. Dragging her to the next room before she could recover, I found it unlocked,and thanking providence, threw her inside, closing the door just as the watchman entered the corridoor we had been in. My heart was in my mouth, as I pressed the girl against the.