Detective John Miller

All his life John Miller had worked as a detective and not once had he ever felt the need to doubt his own skill nor his instincts. John definitely didn’t think that this would change, not today.

She’s lying on the bed naked, but she has four feet – two of which are hairy and the toenails yellow. John reaches for his gun but only shoots a glance of disgust one more time before backing out through his bedroom door.

No, John didn’t think that things would change today, but to be fair, his wife’s lover was overdue for a pedicure.