Killam had seen some knock down drag out cat fights a few times. Jabby had laughed and placed bets on who would win. If that didn't make him vote some girls out, what would?
This job was getting better and better.
He turned into the drive of the mansion Jabby kept on the north side of New York City. Cars were parked everywhere, and they ranged from expensive Ferraris to a few junkers he couldn't put a make or model on.
The girls were arriving.
Killam groaned inwardly.
"Look. Look!" Jabby smacked Killam's arm.
He glanced at the spectacle on the side lawn where a line of women were taking turns signing in at a table manned by two other women in business attire.
"I think she was on one of those modeling shows. I know her," Jabby said. He leaned toward Killam. "I heard she would have won, but got disqualified."
"Hey!" a woman yelped.
Killam slammed on the breaks and whipped his head around.