If looks could kill

If looks could kill 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