Chapter 14When Violet saw another woman in the condo’s hallway, she thought it was a ghost.
She was tall, blonde, and pale. Dressed in a cute outfit, complete with a bow on the waist. Her wrists were bony and frail. She could have easily been a Hollywood apparition, a girl who had come to the city hoping for stardom but had been given something else instead, like another Black Dahlia death. Violet was so spooked that she and the woman stared at one another for a long moment before the stranger turned away.
“Hello? Wait!” Violet slid the key in the condo door to make sure it was locked before pursuing the woman down the shared hallway. “Are you okay? What is your name? I’m Violet, the band’s—”
“Jenny.” Her voice was quiet. She pressed the elevator button several times without looking awa
