Tess Tempest is nude...and dead

The dead woman lay on the floor. Her glassy eyes stared at the ceiling, her silicone-enhanced breasts sagged to either side of her chest. A trickle of blood leaked from one nostril.

Immediately, Sue Storm knelt by her side. Her fingers felt for a pulse at her wrist, her neck. When she couldn't find one, Sue dug out her smartphone and called 9-1-1.

As she knelt there, Sue checked out the scene. There was no sight or sound of anyone else in the house. No bruises on Mae's body that she could see. It felt as if they were all alone. The Invisible Woman used ehr powers to make the walls, floor, and ceiling around her invisible. She let the effect expand out, through the house. Yet there was no one.

How is that possible? Sue wondered, as the 9-1-1 operator came online. The Invisible Woman swiftly reported the **** and requested backup. She looked around—and stopped when she saw the scene in the living room.

Between a pair of blue leather couches was a glass table. A manila envelope had been dropped there. Papers and photographs had spilled out. A stack of money stood next to it, a pile of hundred-dollar bills an inch thick. White powder had been spilled into a pile and cut up into lines for snorting.

Sue stood up slowly and, aware she was in an active crime scene, tiptoed over on floating invisible disks to look. Her eyes widened as she saw the photos. They were the same ones that Janet Van Dyne had shown her this morning.

"Mae, what were you doing?" Sue wondered aloud. She heard the sirens of the police car.

Then it hit her.

She was here, at a **** scene, with a dead woman and the photos of herself that she had sought to repress. With **** and money.

This is a frame-up! Sue realized, suddenly paranoid and looking about as she let the walls resume their normal visibility. And the camera's already seen me! They'll know I was on the scene...

Instinct warred within Susan Storm. She could hear the cops coming closer. Someone was trying to frame her for ****. Why, she didn't know. Yet what she did know was, if this got out, then those photos would leak out too. Worse, Mae's murderer would get away with it.

That's not going to happen, Sue told herself.

Yet the Invisible Woman felt momentarily at a loss as to what to do. Run? Talk to the cops and hope they wouldn't arrest her? It looked bad, she had to admit. And no matter how she cut it, Sue knew her secret would soon be out.

What do I do? Sue Storm wondered to herself as she looked down at the sightless eyes of her old friend. **** had lent a kind of innocence to that empty face, the red hair dyed blonde, the blue eyes the results of contacts.

Someone killed you because of me, Sue thought. And I'm going to find out who and make them pay.