I had heard it all my life but this guy had a new spin on it . "Yeah. She has the looks of an angel. But does she have the heart of a killer?" I looked at these 2 jaspers and smiled to myself. I like to think of myself as a nice girl -as nice as the next, I suppose. But a girl's got to take care of herself until Prince Charming shows up. And when the stakes are this high, murder gets easy. Too easy. I reached in my pocketbook and pulled out a pretty little Italian number I had come to think of as a girl's best friend, and placed it on the desk. The dim light of the dingy office glowed translucently on the white pearl grip and danced on the engraved gold script etched into it...