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12.

Murdered, he was murdered.

Chanel felt her knees get weak, she bucked, Vincent held her in her arms, and she collapsed in her arms. She couldn't believe it, she just couldn't. Another murder, in less than 24 hours and her gut told her that Vincent has something to do with it.

"Sir is she okay?" the police officer asks worriedly.

Vincent nods and walks Chanel to a nearby chair.

"Amore breath okay," Vincent coos, "Relax."

"Relax! Mr Martin is dead, and I was the last person that saw him last night and I was supposed to have a date with him but now he's dead," she says hysterically.

Everyone in the room turned and looked at her. A tall Hispanic woman walked towards them, she was wearing black slacks, a matching blazer, and a white shirt.

"You were the last person that saw him last night?"

Chanel nods, "Yes."

"Vincent, good to see you again," she greets curtly.

"Likewise," Vincent replies

"I

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