Barbi sat on the large leather couch in her living room, the sun coming through the window, beating on her back. The heat felt nice. She had very little that made her feel nice anymore, but the sun was one of those things that still relaxed her.
Rick sat across from her, his head in his hands. His fingers were rubbing his temples, and she was well aware that he had a growing headache. She had the same feeling. Hers wasn't in her head. It was growing in her shoulders, right at the base of her neck. The pain was going to be killer, but not as bad as facing the killer who was on the loose.
"So, lets go over this again, who would want Jade dead?" Rick stood up, stretching. He had been up the entire night before going over evidence.
"Well, my sister for one. Annabelle, and maybe a few people at the office." Barbi picked her mug off of the coffee table, sipping the hot tea. "She wasn't exactly well liked."
"Bad enough to get an axe to the face?" Rick collapsed in the large arm chair across from Barbi. "And what about Eve? And Kurt?"
"I don't think Kurt or Eve were personal. Jade, on the other hand, was very personal. It was mean, brutal... Whoever killed her hated her." Rick pulled out a cigarette, looking at Barbi for permission to light up.
She nodded. She could use a cigarette herself, but decided against it. She had enough things out to kill her, she didn't need another one.
"Jade was working for someone." Barbi crossed her legs looking over her shoulder, glancing out at the pond that sat behind her mansion. "She failed them when she got fired. Maybe they were making sure she couldn't spill the beans on what she was up to."
"Who was she working for?" Rick leaned forward a cloud of smoke surrounding his head.
"A company called Precious Stones Modeling. I've never heard of them, and other than the name I don't know much, but obviously they're getting into the big leagues, because they're coming after the best." She reached into her giant purse that was resting at her feet, pulling out the file on Precious Stones.
Rick and Barbi's eyes met. Someone wanted to be the best in the fashion industry, but were they killing to get there? Or was it someone else?
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