PHOTO PROMPT © Magaly Guerrero
Sophie Marceau loved details. At first it baffled her uncle. Yes that uncle, the homicide detective who could never pull a card trick. Then he turned her on to the masters, Poirot, Columbo, Holmes, Jessica Fletcher and Monk.
As she studied the scene of the latest murder her mind whirred beautifully. “It’s the daughter!”
“How can you possibly know that from staring at that collection?”
“It’s a gift,” she smiled.
“I disagree,” Tom, her partner said.
“Same bet as always?”
“Are you kidding? Have you any idea how much I owe you now?”
Sophie knew. She always knew the details.