Free Dead Giveaway by Joanne Fluke

she’d finished her breakfast, she’d make a final decision on the patterns and colors, drive into town to pick up materials, and start turning their condo into a showplace that would make Grace proud.
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    Thirty-five Minutes before 10:57 AM
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    Vanessa Knight sat on her pink satin bedspread and pouted. Today was her twenty-third birthday and her husband hadn’t even bothered to say good morning. He was locked in his studio, working on that dumb comic strip of his, and he’d yelled at her when she’d knocked at the door. She wished she could drive into Vegas to have a birthday lunch with some of her friends, but Hal wouldn’t let her go anywhere alone and he refused to take her along on his business trips since that silly incident with the bellhop. All the poor man had done was hold her arm a second too long when he’d helped her into the elevator, but Hal had been furious. He was insanely jealous when any man paid the slightest bit of attention to her.
    She got off the bed with a flounce and the towel she was wearing slipped down to her waist. It was a pity there was no audience. Vanessa knew she had a dynamite body. When Hal had first seen her in the buff, he said that with her curly blond hair and vivid blue eyes, she looked exactly like a live version of Little Annie Fanny in the Playboy cartoon.
    Vanessa walked over to the window and stared out at the snow-covered landscape. There was no one in sight except a curious squirrel, so she did a bump and grind just for the hell of it. Then she flipped off the towel and tossed it aside with a frown. This particular towel brought back memories, most of them unpleasant. It was royal blue with a pink satin border and it had cost Hal over a thousand dollars. Forty-nine dollars for the towel, twenty for the matching washcloth, and nine hundred and fifty-six dollars for Vanessa’s public humiliation.
    The saleslady at Heroldson’s had been very impatient when Vanessa had been unable to make up her mind between royal blue and sunshine-yellow. She was an older, overweight woman with a blue rinse in her hair, the type who secretly envied Vanessa’s beauty and made up for it by treating her with contempt. And when Vanessa had handed her the charge card to pay for the towel, the clerk had taken vicious delight in telling her that it was no longer valid for any purchase over fifty dollars.
    Despite the long line, Vanessa had protested. That was ridiculous. She’d charged over fifty dollars just last week. She was Mrs. Hal Knight and her husband would be very angry when he heard about how Heroldson’s had treated her.
    The saleslady had smiled and said she didn’t think Mr. Knight would be upset at all, since he’d called the store personally to place a limit on his account. Perhaps Mrs. Knight had been charging excessively?
    Vanessa’s face had turned red. She’d whipped out her MasterCard, but the saleslady had informed her that Heroldson’s didn’t accept any other credit cards. Vanessa would have to go up to the credit office on the fourth floor if she wanted to find out the details, but since the account was in Mr. Knight’s name, he could monitor the charges in any manner he chose. And right now she was holding up the line. If she’d be so kind as to step aside?
    Naturally, Vanessa had been furious. Her first instinct had been to drive right home to confront Hal. She’d been halfway across the parking lot when she’d remembered that a friend of hers worked in Heroldson’s credit department. Turning around, she took the elevator up to the fourth floor.
    Tricia had been only too happy to help. She’d told Vanessa that there were ways to get around the ceiling Hal had placed on his credit card. Since the limit applied to a single purchase, Vanessa could buy the towel on one charge slip and the washcloth on another. Tricia would write it up for her. And while she was at it,