Chapter Fourteen
Enemy of my enemy.
‘Come see me, asap.’
The email from Nicole Remay was in her usual no-nonsense style. No extraneous words. No fluff. If she had news it was usually helpful. Ordinarily, I would have headed straight across town to the city Morgue to find out what insights she could offer, but that night it was too late to visit and besides, I was distracted.
The more I researched the dark side of the modeling industry, the more Bekka’s words hit home. Claims of casual prostitution, rich bankers, and Arab and Russian sugar daddies were surprisingly common. Only a few brave young women were prepared to come forward and risk their career to talk about it.
Were Bekka’s claims about Christina also correct? No matter the country or the business, s*x is always currency. Coul
