Ashley strolled into her office, tossing her keys on the desk while rubbing the tired sleep from her eyes. Sitting down she saw the file for Spencer on the top of all her papers just as she reached for it her phone started going off, sighing she set it down and picked the phone up, “Ashley Davies speaking how can I help you?”

“Hey Ash what’s up?” the small voice echoed through her ear drum.

“Kyla…Oh my god I haven’t heard from you in forever!” Ashley sat up a bit straighter, excitement resounding through every word she spoke.

“I know, I know…I’m sorry. Ares and I just got back from the West Indies, he finished shooting his last set for the month so we decided to come back home for a while,”

Kyla Davies, half sister to Ashley who didn’t even know she had a sister until her last year in high school when her father died and Kyla showed up due to the fact her mother was with him and died as well in the car accident. Raife’s will gave Christine, his first wife and Ashley’s mother custody of Kyla who was a few months younger than Ashley and so both graduated from King High at the same time. Through the years a lot had happened but it only brought them closer in the end. Kyla married Ares Turner, photographer genius, the two travel a lot but always keep in touch.

Ashley leaned back in her chair throwing her legs up on the desk, smirking, “So how much of the Indies did you really see?”

“Ash,” Kyla whined, her sister was always bringing up sex, it was like she was addicted to making everyone uncomfortable with the subject since she was so comfortable with it.

“Joking,” Ashley chuckled picturing the deep blush growing on her sister’s tanned skin. A good thing about being a Davies’ is the dark complexion that helped hide their embarrassment.

“Yeah, yeah sure you were…anyway, the Indies were wonderful and very romantic. Ares took me on this cruise, wonderful food,” Kyla ranted on and on about her wonderful husband and how much fun the whole trip was, for the most part Ashley listened, tuning out every once and while, her hazel orbs staring daggers at the file on her desk, the light brown folder with it’s infinite information pertaining to her case, “…so how is she?”