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For the gossiping housewives, it got around everyone, as far as Tsuki found out Holly was scared of a person she called B.

The previous week when they'd conducted fruitless interrogations that had led nowhere.

- The detective questioned one of the boyfriends. - You fought?

- Yes, we had some bad fights for a while, but we were young. - He said.

- I was serving my customers at the restaurant. - One of them said.

- I was at my job, taking pictures, ask my agent, you know, my boss, my customers. - One of them said.

She wasn't the way the newspapers were saying, thought Tsuki who was reading the newspapers that came out every day.

Where she was an honest and not vulgar girl, painting her with the whore of the Arabian Nights, where Tsuki knew she wasn't silly, but she wasn't a Babylonian harlot.

That week, Tsuki called some reporters, with the help of the editor of his magazine, in which he asked them to publish an article, and that he put the time, did his best to divert, and clean up his