CARSON'S CRIME INVESTIGATION SERVICES

Chapter 5

"Can I help you?", questioned a tall, bald headed man in a pair of slick, black sunglasses and an expensive crushed velvet black suit as he approached the window.

"Yes, please can you take us to the Prime Minister's daughter, we are here to get her statement of what happened yesterday", spoke Ivory, the bald headed man asking for her ID, examining it closely and nodding.

"This way", he said simply, walking the two women in to the mansion and over to the lobby where a tall girl stood dressed in a baby pink designer outfit. She had a pink handbag with a small puppy inside dangling from her shoulder, the little creature wagging it's tail and barking for a minute or so.

"Can I help you?", she asked in disgust as she looked at Ivory and Kira. "You've made my beloved fluffy all worked up".

"Hello there, sorry about your dog, but we were hoping to ask you some questions about the attack yesterday", smiled Ivory.

"Ugh, it's about time. This should've been done yesterday, not today", scoffed the young girl of about eighteen years of age. "But then again, what do I expect".

Kira frowned and folded her arms, her usual icy composure returning; Ivory trying to remain calm as the Prime Ministers daughter glared at them. "Well, are you going to ask questions or not? I have things to do today".

"Yes", said Ivory with a smirk. "Where were you at the time of the attack yesterday and what did the criminal take from you?".

"I was walking on my way to the mall when I was attacked by some gross man who took my precious jewels!", barked the young girl.

"Ok, what were you wearing?", asked Ivory.

"Do you want to know the ins and outs of Jack's as-".

"Yes we need to know", cut in Kira.

"So, Missy, what were you wearing?", asked Ivory.

"Ugh, that's Miss Knightley to you and I was wearing my designer Episace dress, ten inch heels, expensive jewels and my black fur jacket", spat the teen.

"And you walked to the mall all the way from here?", asked Kira, frowning.

"Ugh yes, that stupid body guard of mine got the runs and couldn't take me himself", snarled the mousy brown haired girl. "He's a waste of space sometimes, I swear".

"Disrespectful child", thought the red head as she stared at her.

"So, what is your favourite store?", asked Ivory.

"Definitely the spa", replied Missy. "I like having my nails done, but the best part is me and the beautician love to gossip about the newbies poor botch jobs".

"Wow, are they that bad?", laughed Ivory.