I'll Make A Fortune Out Of You / CLOSED
Tuesday. Black stilettos banging against concrete in a fast paced but precise manner sounded throughout the halls of the Baltimore State Hospital for the Criminally Insane. An admirer of their most recent patient had sent her publicist clippings among other various items that they hoped would catch her attention. She hadn't been the slightest interested until she saw the report about his judge being brutally murdered. Admiration like that drove Cassandra's blood into a boiling frenzy. "I don't care if this man is innocent or guilty." Without even a glance in her publicists direction, she spoke softly and quietly with a smile on her lips. "I have to get his story. I want my hands on it and no one else's greedy palms will have any way of taking it from me."