Rebecca texted Laura: "Get me discharged! I'm good as new. Out having fun now!"

Laura saw the message and was furious. Where the hell did she run off to this early in the morning?!

At the police station.

Rebecca sat in the interrogation room, drumming her fingers on the table, legs crossed, looking totally laid-back – nothing like the rich girl she was supposed to be. Dressed all in black today, she looked more like some gang leader or street ...