The Nightmare Blonde

<p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>She was a knockout blonde. Dressed to kill.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>The face that stared back at me from the barroom mirror was mine all right. Battered from the two-day bender that was still a blur. It was then I noticed the blonde in The Bay Front Bar all dressed up in a fancy mauve suit beaming at her own reflection. Until the mention of Fred Hunter wiped the smile off her face and drove her out the door - into a long run off a short pier.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Someone had axed Fred Hunter The Trib's resident muckraker and his whole family. And I was suspect #1. I'm Dan Warden newly deposed police chief of Oregon City. It was one of Fred's columns that led to my resignation in scandal. The prosecutor needed a trophy for the next election and my head was his prize.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Problem was the evidence: three blonde female hairs in a dead child's fist. The killer's hairs. All I had to do was lose the cops find my memory and pick up the right fatal doll...</span></p>