A woman walked into Fontana Shoes. She was greeted by a man in his late 20's. On his jacket was a label reading "Mr. Foster."

"Good morning! How may I help you?"

"Hi. I'm interested in a pair of black pumps."

"Certainly. We have a nice selection of them. Do you know your shoe size?"

"Well, I'm not quite sure. I usually wear 6 ½-7."

"Well, we can quickly find out; let me measure your feet."

"Ok."

She sat in one of the seats and slipped her shoes off. He knelt down, picked up a measurer, and measured each foot.

"7. And if I may be so bold, you have lovely feet!"

She smiled. "Why, thank you!"

She put her shoes back on and got up.

"Oh, here are our pumps," he said, and he led her to them.

She thanked him and started looking through them. After a few minutes, she settled on a pair.

"I think I would like these."

"A good choice; they're very popular. I'm pretty sure we have them in your size. I'll be right back."

He went to the back, and she sat back down. A couple minutes later, he returned with a box.

"Here we go."

"Wonderful.'

He opened the box and took the shoes off. She took her shoes back off and tried them on.

"They feel nice."

"Walk around in them, for a bit."

"Ok."

She got up and walked back and forth down the aisle.

"They're very comfortable. Yes, I'll buy them."

"Wonderful! And they're on sale; only $24.95."

"A good deal!"

She took them off, put them in the box, and put her own shoes back on.

"Will this be cash, or charge?"

"Cash."

"Very good."

The went to the register, and he rung up the sale. She paid him $30, and he gave her the change.

"By the way, a girlfriend told me about your store."

"That's nice to know."

"And you might know her—Ellen McPeters."

This shocked him. "She's been charged with murder."

"Yes, that's right. She's out on bail, now."

"She didn't do it."

"You think so?"

"I know so! She's not guilty."

"And how do you know?"

"I…just know."

"Do you have some knowledge that might help her?"

He didn't answer right away. Finally, he said, "I just know she didn't do it!"

She put her arm on his shoulder. "Mr. Foster, she needs all the help she can get." She pulled a business card out of her purse and gave it to him. "Please contact me at your soonest convenience. And thanks for the shoes."

She took the box and left the store. He looked at the card she gave him.


"You think Gary knows something?" asked Perry. He and Della were together in his office.

"Most definitely. He might be afraid to come forward, for some reason on another. But I do think he cares deeply for Ellen."

He nodded. "Well, I'll give him a week to contact you. If not, we can visit him together at Fontana Shoes."

"Right, Chief."

"Excellent work, Della!"

"Thank you, Chief! Oh, these are the shoes I bought from him. " She showed them off.

"Nice. How much were they?"

"$24.95. I'll pay for them out of my own pocket."

"No, that's ok, Della; I'm reimburse you the money, on your next check."

"Thank you! By the way, he's very sweet; he told me that I have lovely feet!"

He smiled. "Well, you do, Della—and the rest of you aint bed, either!"

She also smiled. "Thanks, Chief!"