about having fun! Abatu massaged another part of Jennifer’s brain and the woman began to hum tunelessly as she headed into the bathroom. Jennifer rummaged in the bone and onyx makeup box on her vanity until she found a lip gloss that wasn’t dried out. It was a pale coral color. Digging around some more she came up empty for eyeliner but found an ancient duo-color eye shadow set in light and dark grey tones. She shrugged and smeared the lighter grey just beneath her uneven eyebrows and used the darker shade to fill in her bottom lid. She took a look at her reflection and shrugged. “Not as gorgeous as Babs’ handiwork but better than my usual.” She went back into her room and poked around in her closet until she found a black sequined clutch. She dropped the two pieces of make-up in it and strapped on her Galco ankle holster which she kept on a hook behind her clothes near the baseboard in the walk-in. While some women liked to carry their Rabbits with them, on a big night out, Jennifer preferred to carry a weapon, or two. Jennifer took out her gun case and looked over the selections. She was about to pick up her Glock when the Fury put the image of the stolen gun in her mind. Jennifer’s fingers immediately grasped instead the .38 squelching the feeling of dread. She slid it into her holster and replaced her gun case and moved over to the safe. After keying in her code she plucked out the right bullets and loaded the gun she knew she should throw away. Feeling the thrill as always, Jennifer grinned as she looked at herself in the mirror. The wide pant leg hid the holster completely. Jennifer exited her bedroom and grabbed her lottery ticket, badge, ID and her keys along with some cash from her work bag. She also plucked out her MetroCard. She stuffed all of the items in her little black clutch. She wasn’t sure how her phone would get in but she shoved until the bag snapped shut bulging rather unpleasantly. She jogged back into the bedroom and took one last look at herself in the mirror. She turned first to the left and then to the right. Her slim physique actually suited the long flowing pants and the shimmering top that molded beautifully against her slight curves giving her the appearance being more voluptuous because it was so fitted. She nodded. This will have to do. She went to the hall closed and pulled out some funky boots with a thick heel and a leather jacket with silver studs. Jennifer refused to check out her finished look because she knew she had just blown the classy look she was going for. All she needed now was a studded leather collar and her upscale Goth look would be complete. With a snort, Jennifer shook her head and headed out the door. However, the Fury smiled at the thought of a studded collar and memorized the image so it could influence the host to buy one in the coming days. The Fury believed the studded collar would make a delightful addition to the host’s wardrobe especially for the upcoming dinner with the Chad male. *** Friday, November 9 th , 10:30 P.M. The dings, bells and electronic sounds of money falling into greedy sweaty hands greeted Jennifer as she walked onto the main floor of Resorts World Casino. The short forty minute ride on the “A” train didn’t dampen her spirits in spite of the wino, and the three homeless people. She had to run through five train cars to find a car free from the cheesy moldy garbage-y stink funk that is the pervasive stamp of New York City homeless smell. In fact, the ride gave her some much needed time to think about things other than the Barnes case which had very rarely strayed from her mind in the past few days. She knew she was on to something with the other four look-alike murders; she just didn’t know how to go about digging into those investigations without ruffling feathers. In her experience, cops were like divas — they didn’t want people rooting around behind the