The wrap-up party kicked off with an emcee laying out the night's agenda. Thanks to the powerhouse collaboration between King Group and the Guller Family, the folks in Westwood got a sweet deal—home makeovers from top to bottom, free of charge.Some residents even came back to find their old, ricket
Six o'clock PM, in her bedroom, Helma was perched in front of her computer, shooting the breeze with Andrew in the Emeraldshade elite chat.Her fingers flew across the keyboard, quickly linking up all the surveillance cams around King Residence and the research facility to her own system.She whippe
After what felt like an eternity of waiting and worrying, Helma and Jade finally got to see Ximena."What in the world is going on, Ximena?" Helma demanded an answer from the other side of the cold metal bars. She had to know what had happened to make someone think Ximena could commit murder.With a
"What's that supposed to mean?" Helma asked, her lips pressed into a thin line. She knew Ximena like the back of her hand—lying was not her thing. Whenever Ximena tried to fib, her eyes would dart all over the place. She just was not cut out for playing it cool.The detective met Helma's gaze. "Look
Helma inhaled deeply, her breath a testament to their innocence. Cole laid it out just like Helma had told him, ending with, "Now they've got the murder weapon, the video evidence. Ximena's the prime suspect, and you're her sidekick in this."Rana stood there dazed in the middle of the room, her eye
Ximena was caught up in a criminal case, and there was no way Helma could keep it from the Millen family any longer.At the crack of dawn the next day, Yosef and Mira were on the first flight out to Greenville. They did not even consider stopping by the King Residence first, choosing instead to meet
After hashing things out with the group, Helma got up and walked over to the window, standing there for a moment. She had been running on all cylinders all day and felt completely drained.The agony of waiting and the dread of the unknown were the worst kind of torture possible!Helma's cell phone b
Deep down, Helma was sure the cops had done their homework, looking for any slip-ups. If the scene was clean of any red flags…She inhaled sharply, glancing back at the trail she had taken.Those scattered prints in the woods might be the only lead worth chasing, even if it was like finding a needl