The Killer Enigma

Chief Editor Rosen snarled, “Why do you bring me social media videos at this time in our hour of need? We lost the best chance at the scoop of the year due to clumsy resources in Paris. Insider information doesn’t hit this desk often enough to squander.”

“I know, Boss,” the junior editor persisted. “Look who our competition nearly had. It’s JoW the Brazilian supermodel and an escort in a small restaurant outside of São Paulo. An exclusive on her could easily shoot us to the top for the year.”

The chief reviewed the photo. “So, where’d you get this?”

“My cousin got a job doing valet services in the area. A guy drove her in, but they must-a had a fight because she drove out alone. He said there was some other issue going on in the restaurant, and they threw out a reporter before she took off.”

“Okay, you have my attention. What do we have besides a cell phone shot?”

The younger man grinned. “I have a license plate for a pretty Porsche getting traced to the Bernardes estate not too far away. That’s where JoW calls home. Plus, gossip columnists around Brazil suggest she got married in a private ceremony, but no one can confirm the marriage, or her husband’s identity.”

“Yay. So?”

“Rumor has it that Destiny Fashions has another shoot occurring, but no one has nailed the location. I think if we stake out the estate, we might find get what we want.”

Rosen tapped his chin with his fingers, considering the possibilities. “Alright, put the prettiest two girls we have on it. Maybe they can seek an extra spot in a background picture. Marie has the look; make her one of them.”

“On it, boss,”