By johnjgeddes on Skatehive
It was a senseless act of murder, but then, when is murder ever sensible? Top of the World Whatever charisma is, Maddie Madison had it. Her friends knew it—her studio loved it— her enemies hated her for it and wished her dead. It’s not easy being a sign of contradiction for an elusive quality. Whatever it was people wanted, she had—but now she lay murdered for it, butchered in her bed. As near as I could figure, she didn’t really fit the profile of an ‘it girl’ at all –she wasn’t into shoe shopping or party going, she wasn’t a spoiled princess or alpha queen—in fact, she just seemed a nice girl who happened to enrage the wrong person at the wrong time. And now was dead. “Any ideas, Alan?” Rebecca Mitchell had been staring at me from the doorway, sensing not to come in. “It’s all right Becca, c’mon in.” “This one has you troubled, doesn’t it?” I nodded and stared out at the Toronto skyline and the Don River winding past below. The girl had everything and it seemed less a crime and more