"I'm not here for an autograph."
"So why are you here?" He asked, disappointed that I didn't need his signature.
"To ask some questions."
"Go on."
"Did you kill Vera?" I looked down. "Gabrielle's sister."
"Who are those?"
"Don't play dumb with me." I smirked. "Gabrielle sounds so sure that you're the one that killed her sister."
The showers stopped rushing and I heard him breath rapidly. "Who are you?"
"I've told you, a fan."
The door creaked open and two buff men walked in. The both stole a glance from me and went down the long hallway of showers.
"Listen, I don't know what you're talking about." His door opened and he gazed at me, a white towel around his slim waist.
"There's this saying that pretty boys lie." I shrugged. "In your case, I think it might be true."
He opened hi
