Hot Girl Murder Club

Since Grey was used to being a pariah among the LAPD, she simply ducked under the crime scene tape and pushed her way inside the house, past the curious eyes, reminding herself that she belonged. Was this why Captain Xie had wanted her—because Grey looked uncannily like the victim? Goose bumps suddenly rose on Dakota’s arms, as if her body sensed something was coming the second before it arrived. The gray clouds that had loomed all day had finally wrenched open, and the force of the storm had knocked out power in Hollywood Hills.