The Effective Detective

It was hard to concentrate on what she was saying. Crying and talking a mile a minute, she was the only witness I had. But I was fixated on the thread of cashmere lint that was stuck to the peachy pink lipstick glopped all over her lips. Ample lips. Ample, quivering lips and lint from a cashmere sweater that was two sizes too small. No doubt about it. This dame was gonna cause me some agida.