Fashion Victimes Ep. 1.2

Barbi stood in the front waiting room of Dollhouse Modeling. She wasn't even allowed to go into her own office. Not that she would want to see it in that state. From what she had over heard from the officers, it was a rather gory mess.
"Barbi." Rick Hart stepped into the waiting room. "No tantrums?"
"We're here on business Rick, keep it professional. Didn't they teach you that at the academy?" She pulled a cigarette out of her purse and light up. She almost dared Rick to stop her.
Rick and Barbi went way back. They had known each other before she had married his younger brother Kurt, and she knew that got to him. It wasn't that he wanted her, it was that he wanted better for his brother. Like anyone could do better than her.
"I would think you would be a little more upset that one of your girls was murdered. That's all." He sat down on one of the leather couches lining the walls. "You know you can't smoke in here."
"I'm grieving Rick." She took a long drag and let the smoke exit her lips.
"What was she doing here anyways?" Rick motioned for her to sit.
She did, crossing her legs at the knees.
"I have no idea." She looked at him, letting her cool disappear. "Look, Rick, all our bull aside, why would someone do this?"
"She's pretty, young, and her face is plastered all over the city. Maybe she had a stalker." Their eyes met. "You don't think it was a stalker, do you?"
Barbi shook her head.
"Then why do you think one of your models was hacked up, Barbi?" Rick leaned in close, his voice low. "Why would someone lure Eve here, and then slice her up?"
Barbi shook at Rick's descripton. "Do you have to talk like that?"
She took a drag off her cigarette.
"I'm sorry." He stood, brushing a few of Barbi's ashes off of his black pants. "If you have anything that you think would help us, give me a call. You know the number."
Barbi nodded, but her mind was somewhere else. Something wasn't right about all of this. Something wasn't right about last night. Namely, she couldn't remember it. She couldn't remember a whole night.
She stood, almost stopping Rick, telling him that she had blacked out last night, but fought against it. Who knows, maybe it was just a brain tumor.