Vandalized.

“Pricey Slut?” Standing in front of Leonica’s gate with his hand on his hips, Leonardo read out loud the words that had been spray painted into the iron gate. What the hell was that meant to mean? He allowed himself to think even though he was aware that the person, or people that could answer said question had fled several miles away, seeking shelter from their apparent crime. He had been in the office, handling, well, officially matters, when he had first gotten the call from her, close to an hour back. Leonica had sounded calm and composed, so when she told him something had happened, he didn't chug it up to this much trouble. Tucking his hand into his pocket, Leonardo sighed, deep frown marring his features as he turned around to watch his sister saunter through the entrance of her house and towards him, having freshly dropped Ashley with Grace who had coincidentally came back from her visit to the main estate, not that she could be a suspect. "That's some reputation you've built f