Witness to Murder. Jill Nelson Elizabeth

lifted her chin. “No. No, I don’t. I know what I saw.” Of course she did. Why did her stomach give that little flutter? Brody’s assertions about Damon’s innocence must have gotten to her more than she’d realized. She smiled at Ms. Monique, smirked at a tight-faced Brody, and crossed her legs. “I have a couple more questions, but these are of personal interest, so they need to remain off the record, too.”

      “You’d like to become a model?” Ms. Monique beamed. “You’re starting late in life. I like to get them going in their teens or even younger, but nowadays there are more and more opportunities for the mature models. With that stunning complexion and the way you carry yourself, you certainly have po—”