[CENTER][h1]Bailey[/h1]
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[justify][indent][indent]A buzzing in her pocket caused stirring in the dark, lonely household of Bailey Blackstone. She groaned into her pillow as she slipped her hand into the hole in her jeans where the buzzes seemed to get stronger every second, and- God dammit! She still hadn't changed out of those? Her hand touched the smooth, greasy screen and she clawed out her phone, her eyes drooping with sleep. She pressed her fingertip to the green 'accept' button and said with a slurred voice, 

[color=004b80][b]"Hello?"[/b][/color]

A man's voice came from the other end of the line and his words made her body go still. Her leafy green eyes froze over and although no one could see her, her expression hardened. She stood up, tucking her ashy brown hair neatly behind her ears as the detective on the phone explained everything. Shit, was this real? Her heart hammered against her chest and she allowed her eyelids to flutter shut for a split second before reopening them.

[color=004b80][b]"Okay."[/b][/color] A calm passed over her as she hung up, and she let her phone clatter against the floor. Someone had been after her father's money, that was probably it. He probably deserved it, for all the time he had taken to spend money on everything, everyone. For some people, that wasn't enough. They wanted it all. But there were only a couple of people in the world who would inherit this money- the Blackstone children. Bailey's calm mind from just a moment ago was gone because she knew one thing: She wasn't safe. She narrowed her eyes and took a deep breath as she analyzed her realization. She knew her father had pissed off many people including his children, though he might still be breathing right now if he didn't go around flaunting his money.

One might be glad to have such a large inheritance, but it didn't matter to her. Whether it was her money or not, she knew she would still have whatever in the world she wanted, though there was nothing she did want in which money could buy. Whoever unalived her father must have had such a thrill doing so that the actual murder might have been more exciting than the money that came with it. 

There was nothing she could do about it right now except head to the manor. It was dangerous, it was a crime scene, and it would be filled with possible suspects. She knew for a fact that because she was an heir, she would be one on that suspect list. She would have to tiptoe around everything because if she took one wrong step, she would be off to a prison. Of course she had to get mixed into this.[/indent][/indent][/justify][/CENTER]