EXT. - THE STARLET LOUNGE - MORNING
It felt like déjà vu to stand over a body in the filthy alley behind the Starlet Lounge. Even more so to see the multiple stab wounds in the woman's chest, the pool of blood stirring Gerri's hunger. Worse, the familiar face, staring up at her with milky eyes behind violet contact lenses, giant blonde hair spread out around her.
Roxy looked almost peaceful lying there, arms up, legs turned sideways, her micro mini showing her short legs, the tattoo of a butterfly on her left thigh. Gerri took a step back and a deep breath, ignoring the rumbling of her stomach and sudden urge for a fresh steak as Ray took her place, the snap of her gloves loud in Gerri's ears.
Only two nights later, but the same crowd gathered, a mimic of the first time she'd been here.
