Tina Baker rolled into Los Angeles with a small travel bag, a burner phone, and just enough gas money to last the week. She’d dropped her boys off at her step-sister’s place in Bakersfield, promising she’d be back before Sunday. She wasn’t sure she’d keep that promise.
Her plan was simple: sniff around, see who was asking questions about Stacey-Aria now, apparently, and find out who’d pay for answers. Money talks. Secrets scream.
First stop? The studio. She had to see for herself. The picture of Aria kissing that billionaire was not enough. Tina wanted to know what kind of life the sad-eyed girl from 'The Starlight Lounge' had built for herself. What kind of woman Stacey had become.
The gallery space was neat, a simple setting, lined with black-and-white portraits. Tina wandered slowly
