Detective Karin Watts surveyed the crime scene. A pretty flashy apartment belonging to supermodel Katie Russell - ex-supermodel now as there wasn't much left of her. Neighbours had reported a loud explosion coming from her apartment and Karin was looking at the aftermath now. A forensics crew were taking photos of broken windows and other damages, as well as pieces of torn clothes littering the place. That seemed to be all that was left of poor Katie. Sure she was a self centred bitch on camera and most probably off camera, thought Karin, but did she really deserve this?
"Hey Eddie," she said, approaching one of the men. "anything new to tell me?"
"I wish," he replied. "But whoever did this is good. There's no evidence of anyone else being here but supermodels don't just explode on their own. Do they?"
"Generally not." Karin muttered, nudging a piece of torn jeans with her foot. "Especially not 3 in the same week.