If looks could kill: en krimi om søskendedrab

Bottles of once clear liquid was covering the floor, puffs of intoxicating smoke slipped from her lips. Her sofa was her best friend while the streets became her playground. Her body, like a work of art, carefully sculpted and so close to perfection. Her curls pushed back in a ponytail and no emotion exposed. Who did this to Jessica Johnson?

“Mr. Jackson, you have a new case. A 21 year old girl was found dead this morning in a hotel room here in London, probably by an overdose.” His boss yelled. A new case was always interesting but at the same time very hard mentally. To see those dead bodies, and talk to frightened witnesses would never be fun. Another man came into the conversation and said that witnesses saw Jessica Johnson, buy some sort of drugs from a man in a black sweatshirt. It would be the obvious killer, through “normal persons” eyes. One of the witnesses was Jessica’s sister, who secretly was in town to surprise her. Mr. Jackson wanted to talk to the sister to find some sort of solution.

“How was she as a person?” Jackson asked. “She never really liked me, we always had a war between us. Her life was very crooked, she hung out with the wrong people, she started to do drugs and stuff, her life was just turned upside down. If looks could kill she would’ve killed me a long time ago. ” She said.