I grinned and handed her the guys wallet back, recognizing the face on the picture. "Ha, he was my first client." I chuckled, then smiled darkly. It was one thing to be a prostitute let alone a murderer as well, this was surely a double-crime. "Haha!" Annabelle chimed, then handed me the photo of the next guy. My heart skipped a beat for some reason as I regocnized him. Sam. "Sacrè bleu..." I whispered my eye dropping to the floor. "What?" Annabelle asked. "N-Nothing, Annabelle." I said smiling weakly. "Okay..." She nodded.