The Da Cinchy Code

A high-pitched shriek sliced through the night air. "What the hell was that?" Franklyn was through the doorway before Shandalier could stop him. In several manly strides he crossed over to Shandalier's bathroom and burst open the door. Shandalier heard Franklyn gasp. "It's Black Magic! And she is dead."

"What?" Shandelier pushed Franklyn's ridiculously handsome frame aside and strode into her impeccably fashionable bathroom. She took a moment to admire the new white high gloss tiles and frameless shower screen before kneeling down to check on Black Magic. Her rather large frame was sprawled across the floor in a crucifix-like pose, her funky faux fox fur hood pushed over her face and adding to Shandelier's discomfort a rather large pool of blood was spreading over the new tiles.

Shandelier wasn't going to be fooled by this blackmailing, limelight-seeking, half-Koorie/Pakistani princess. Black Magic was no more dead than Shandlier was a bible-toting choirboy from Boiling Springs...anymore.

Shandelier sighed as she leant to pull back the hood, "You can cut out the theatrics my tinted sister and you'd better hope like hell this fake blood comes out of the light-grey grout...Jesus, Fuck, Christ, Holy Mary Mother of God..." Shandelier screamed as she pulled the hood back to reveal that Black Magic's neck had been slashed.

"Fuck Franklyn, pull your Saba shirt on and call the cops, an ambulance and Carmene... this is serious."

Franklyn made the call while Shandelier held Black Magic's hand, "Honey, I don't know if you can hear me but hang on if you can, hang on, help is on its way." Shandelier knew it was hopeless, Black Magic was gone and she was never coming back. There would be times for tears later, right now Shandlier had something to do. Shandelier muttered the words as her other hand reached for Black Magic's Mandarina. She rifled through the bag and found her knickers and smiled, "Black Magic, you cheeky devil, there was no stain on these."

Shandelier shoved her knickers in her pocket but as she was closing the bag something made her stop. She let go of Black Magic's hand and gasped again, there were more secrets in Black Magic's bag and secrets that didn't answer any questions but simply raised more.