A New Victim, Part I

Carrie and Nia awoke the next morning to police sirens. They were right across the street. Carrie awoke first, clutching against Nia. She got up slowly. They both slept nude, Nia the big spoon to Carrie's small spoon.

"Let me go take a look, doll," Nia said. "Lock the door behind me, and don't open it for anyone except me, understood?"

"Yes Nia," Carrie said. Nia got dressed in jeans, and a dark shirt along with some flats. She fixed her hair and went out. Carrie waited on pins and needles, waiting for her return. It took an hour, and Nia looked haggard.

"Another one. Chastity. Sweet little blonde bitch. Too much meth before she got here, but she was game. Had a fucking three carved into her foot." She slapped her hand against the wall. Who the fuck was doing this?

Carrie sighed. It was hard to learn how to be a good ho and solve crimes at the same time, but she had to figure this out. Fast.