title: The After Party: Why Women Wear Shoes They Know Will Eventually Hurt Their Feet
author: H. Renay Anderson
description: H. Renay Anderson resides in Texas, but she is a native of California. There she attended school and worked for three companies in the Silicon Valley area of Northern California for many years. She later moved to Texas where she has lived for the last sixteen years. <P>She is a widow and the mother of three sons and the grandmother of five granddaughters and one grandson. She has a Bachelors of Science degree in Management/Marketing from Park University, Parkville, MO. A Masters of Arts in Organizational Management from the University of Phoenix, Phoenix, Arizona and currently she is working on her Masters of Business Administration at the University of Phoenix, Phoenix, Arizona. <P>She has always had an interest in writing and expressing herself creatively. Even as a child she wrote poetry and often gave her poems to family and friends as gifts. This is the first of many books to come for H. Renay Anderson.
zlib_text: > _Ritual in Death_  
  > ---  
  > In Death [33]  
  > J. D. Robb  
  > Penguin (2011)  
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  > Rating: | ★★★★☆  
  > Tags: | Mystery & Detective  
    
  # Chapter 1
  
  Her feet were killing her. And made her imagine traveling back in time,
  hunting down whoever had invented stiletto heels, and beating the crap out of
  him.  
  
  What was the point of them other than throwing a woman off balance, making it
  next to impossible to run, and inducing foot cramps?  
  
  The question occupied Eve’s mind as she tuned out the bulk of the party
  conversation buzzing around her like a hive of drunk hornets. What if one of
  the guests at this shindig went off and . . . stabbed somebody in the eye with
  a shrimp fork, for instance? How was she supposed to take him down dressed
  like this? And a foot pursuit in these stilts? Forget about it.  
  
  It was a hell of a getup for a cop, to her way of thinking. The flimsy excuse
  for a dress left most of her exposed. And she glittered. You couldn’t have
  diamonds hanging 