From "The Black Widow" a story in "Lunch Break Thrillers" by Declan Conner

There was something about the young woman dressed in black that intrigued him. Even though everyone else was dressed in the same color, she stood out from the rest. Maybe it was the Armani trench coat, or the Gucci shades and the wide brimmed hat that accentuated her bright red lipstick. She stood away from the crowd as his wife’s casket was lowered into her resting place. Everyone filed past him as the ceremony ended and paid their respects.

He noticed her walk toward the graveside with a model’s grace. She bent over to toss a single rose onto the casket. The split in her coat revealed she was wearing a short skirt and black fishnet stockings. Her skirt rose just enough for him to see the top of her stockings and the garter straps holding them.

"Who’s the broad?" he asked his bodyguard out of the corner of his mouth.

She stood, turned around and smiled toward him.

"Never seen her before. Want me to keep an eye on her?"

"What, ya don’t think I’m capable of keeping my own eye on her? I may be sixty-five, but my eyes ain’t failed me yet. Bring her here."