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been found shot to
death in a hotel room. Hotel Carson, room 801. The details will be
forever etched in my memory.
    The circumstances had been a
mystery, and the fucking cops were doing a piss-poor job of getting
to the bottom of it. He was found alone, two gunshot wounds in his
chest. They'd both punctured his heart, and it looked to be a
professional hit.
    But no one knew why he was
there. Most interestingly, the cameras were faulty that night at the
hotel, so there were no images of anyone entering his room. Once
more, that only served to make the police believe that the hit was
professional and planned.
    The one piece of evidence they
did have was a camera from outside, positioned on a building
opposite, that looked over the hotel entrance. The coroner was pretty
clear on the time of death, and roughly 10 minutes before then a car
was seen to pull up outside and a woman get out.
    The image was grainy, but she
was well dressed in black, and looked to be young and attractive. The
number plate for the vehicle was traced back to a car hire company in
the city. When approached about it, they said a young woman, dark
hair, very beautiful, had booked the car in cash under the name of
Grey.
    Most interesting of all was that
the same girl was seen to be leaving the hotel a mere 20 minutes
after arriving. This time, however, she wasn't alone. A young man,
dark hair, roughly 6' 1” was seen leaving with her, disappearing
out of view down the street.
    It could only have been a hit.
The girl must have been bait and the guy the killer.
    “ I believe,” Jones said,
continuing, “that your father partook in certain pleasures just as
Mr Cooper did. And, just like him, he wanted to keep it a secret. It
would appear that his murder was a set up, and I can only assume that
it was a reaction to the Cooper killing.
    “ Assume,” I said, my tone
growing colder, my anger simmering. “I don't fucking pay you to
assume. I want evidence Jones, clear fucking evidence. Get me proof.”
    His eyes never showed any sign
of intimidation. He simply nodded and took another sip of his
whiskey. “Yes Mr Logan, I'll do just that.”

Chapter 8 - Elle
    Elle

    The excitement in Tess' body was
palpable. I'd realized, in the short time I'd known her, that she
wore her heart on her sleeve. She was like a kid at Christmas, her
smile infectious.
    I was sat on her bed as she
paraded around in a beautiful new dress.
    “ What do you think, do you
think he'll like it?”
    “ Tess you look stunning, you
always do. He'd have to be gay not to like it.”
    The door opened and Alice walked
in, herself wearing a gorgeous dress that showed off the curve of her
body. She had a bottle of champagne in hand, much like the first
night I'd moved in. Like that night, I was about to see the brothers
Logan once again.
    “ Gimme that,” said Tess,
bouncing over and snatching the bottle from her hands. “I don't
want you spilling that on my floor!”
    Alice looked at her with a
feigned face of thunder, mumbling under her breath as Tess took the
bottle away from her.
    “ She may look like a Princess
Elle, but she grew up a pauper!” Tess laughed. “She's a true life
Cinderella! Unfortunately, though, she hasn't quite learned how to
open a champagne bottle without spilling half the contents!”
    She laughed to herself as she
walked over to her desk and popped the cork, sending Alice a knowing
look as the top of the bottle issued a wisp of mist. “You see,
that's the way to do it, no frothing foam on the floor!”
    “ God she's insufferable
sometimes,” said Alice, sitting down next to me on the bed as Tess
filled the glasses. “I don't know how I've put up with her for so
long.”
    Had I just moved in I'd probably
have thought she was serious. But I'd spent enough time around the
two of them by now to realize that this was just their relationship.
Tess was the playful one, Alice the serious one. It made for some
amusing comedy from an onlookers perspective.
    “ So you