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follow the shoe lead."
                  Del rolled her eyes. "I stand corrected."
                  "Unbelievable. I swear to you I was just about to Google custom-made shoes in Burlington."
                  "It's not so unbelievable. We're in Burlington. Where else would this place be if not on Church Street?"
                  "True. Then, shall we?"
                  "Lead on. You're the detective."
                  They entered the shop. A boutique that was even smaller than it looked from the outside. Against the wall, a line of gorgeous shoes sat on display like so many works of art.             
                  "Can I help you?"
                  The voice belonged to a man, fiftyish, with an all-too-obvious dye job. He had a clean face and soft eyes, and he wiped his hands on a long, stained rag.             
                  She held out her hand. "Hi there, I'm Allie Dodgson. I'm a reporter for the Burlington Free Press."
                  "Pleased to meet you. You’re a long way from home."
                  "Huh?"
                  "A little joke. We’re in Burlington."
                  She faked a laugh. "Ah yes. Anyway, I'm doing a profile on a resident from Verdenier by the name of Honey Reilly? I heard she was one of your clients."
                  "One of my clients? If by 'one of my clients' you mean she kept me in business, that she paid for my son's braces and even contributed in no small part to the addition of a loft on the top of the house which my no-good nephew is now using as his own personal Playboy Mansion, then yes, she was one of my clients."
                  Allie and Del exchanged glances. Del slowly turned around to browse a line of pumps on the wall.
                  "Right, well then, is there anything you could tell me about her?"
                  The man shrugged. "What's there to tell? I'm from Brooklyn originally. Time to time I’d have wealthy clients come in from the city to have shoes made – a pump here, a loafer there – and let me tell you, I never had the business there that this one woman gave me here. Broke my heart when I heard what happened."
                  "Oh," said Allie, "then you know."
                  "Know? I was thinking of closing the shop for good when I heard. No way I'm going to make that sort of money now that she's gone. No disrespect intended. It's just that that woman was Webster's definition of a helluva loyal customer."
                  Allie was nearly exhausted by the man's manner of speech. "Mmm," was all she could say in response.
                  "It's all the pity that I rarely ever saw her. Pretty girl too. It’s a shame."
                  "Wait," said Allie, noticing out of the corner of her eye that Del had turned around as well. "What do you mean? She had the shoes delivered?"
                  "Nah nah, I don’t deliver. She had a guy come and pick them up."
                  "What was he like?"
                  "Mmm, little guy, maybe five-six, five-eight? Had a face on him like a sour lemon just lost the lottery. You know the face. Like he always had a mouthful of something he didn’t want to swallow. Always wore a black shirt with a sport jacket. Even in summer. Looked like what's his name from the show."
                  Allie shook her head.
                  The man snapped his fingers. "The show, the black and white show about the creepy family. The Addams Clan."
                  "The Addams Family."
                  "That’s what I said. He looked like the guy. Gomer."
                  "Gomez."
                  "Again. Why you have to repeat I'll never know. Looked like him,