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 ...