The dancer was light enough, generally, but she was dead weight as soon as the rope broke under the knife, and Gina had to lurch a little not to drop the woman before letting her down onto the floor, feeling again for her pulse.<br/><br/>As she did, she looked more carefully around the small bedroom for signs of the struggle it must have taken to get the young woman trussed like this, for anything out of place.<br/><br/>"Two days ago she came home... and she's like this. Where the HELL is her boyfriend?"