Castle and Beckett found the hair salon with ease. It was the only one on the street. They walked in an instantly wished they sent Ryan and Esposito instead. The room was full of gossip queens. People with nothing better to do than sit around and gab. It also felt like they went back in time to the 60's. Every TV in the salon was on, but no one was paying any attention. Girls were looking at Castle like he was some sort of wounded animal, and they were all lions. The smell instantly hit them. Hair spray, chemicals from various appliances, and steam from hair rising off every woman's head. Castle looked around cautiously. Beckett made a conscious awareness to every girl as they walked by looking for the one who was supposed to do Roxy's hair that day. A few of them grabbed at Castle with manicured hands and when he kept walking she could feel their stares piercing her back like lasers. She wanted to get out now. This was one of the reason's she never went to salons. They were too, frou-frou. Too girlish for the weathered detective. The soon found the stylist, not hard to spot being the owner and all.

"Ms. Swan, I am detective – "She was cut off by a cloud of hair spray.

"Can't you see I'm busy here? I got to do this A line in twenty then get this girl's roots some TLC." She blew a bubble and cracked the gum so loud she was sure she couldn't hear straight.

"I need to talk to you about Roxy Hart."

"Yea so, she cancelled, I got bigger problems." Her accent was letting go. Something of Latin decent. The way she rolled her tongue on r's made Castle think of Sophia Vergara.

"Well she's dead." The whole room stopped. Even the TV seemed to be put on mute. Everyone's stare felt like they were burning holes in Beckett.

"Oh my god, Roxy's dead?" Even the customers seemed genuinely upset. "No Roxy's not dead, she can't be. Roxy!" Ms. Swan screamed and it felt like all the windows would break then and there.

"May we speak to you now?" Beckett said with a tone that was smoother than honey. She didn't want to be fierce afraid she would go do something crazy. She had tears over flow her eyes and everyone slowly began working again the sudden change in atmosphere was deafening. She flicked her wrist and a replacement was helping the now frozen customer. She led them to a room in the back, an office of some sort. She had silent tears streaking her face.

"What happened to her?" Her voice broken and hardly understandable.

"She was killed in her home." There was a choking sound from in front of them and the room seemed to close in.

"How's Angelica? Her baby, she loved that baby more than life. She made sure that baby was happy even if Roxy wasn't herself. She did anything for that child."

"She's with us. We have her in custody until we find someone to take care of her. When you talked to Roxy did she sound scared or distraught?" She nodded her head vigorously.

"She didn't explain why she cancelled she just said 'don't worry about me, just make sure you don't call the cops'." Beckett wrote it down quickly.

"How did you know Roxy? From what I see she wasn't just another customer."

"She was a friend. I knew her since we were in diapers. She also got me on my feet with this company. She wasn't the wealthiest person, but if she thought you needed help she would take baby steps with you no matter what it did to her. Maybe that's why she was killed?" She said the last question with a tone that would have made even the toughest of people cry.

"Can you tell me if she had anyone she had problems with or any enemies recently?" She was about to shake her head no when she thought about it for a moment.

"Yea come to think of it she was skittish recently. Normally people would come up and say hi to her baby and she would welcome them and everything then around a week ago you couldn't go near her without being yelled at or being shoved at. I asked her about it and she said not to worry, but me being an old friend I wanted to make sure she was okay. I stayed with her a few nights because I could tell she wasn't getting sleep so I watched her baby while she slept and a man came to her house claiming that she had taken money from him and he wanted his kid back. I fought that guy off, but I could tell her wasn't going down without a fight. He came by every other day and so I moved her to my place and she just recently came back to her house, just for a little bit." She choked out cries on the last part and they knew that was it.

"Would you mind coming down to the station and tell our sketch artist what this man looked like?" She shook her head as though it would fall off.

"Anything to help, I want this sonovabitch hunted down and pays for what he did to her and left that baby all alone." She had the same fire in her eyes that Castle did when she spoke to him only earlier. They helped her up and she left a few notes for the replacement that had helped her customer and heard whispering from around catching bits and pieces.

"…we have to help…"

"…what if we get hurt too…"

"…Roxy and Angelica don't deserve this…" It sounded like they would start a riot or a mob to hunt this guy down. Roxy really helped a lot of people. When Ms. Swan was done they helped her to the car. She was still silently crying, but the fight in her eyes had intensified and it looked like if they let her go she would find this guy before them, if so he wouldn't stand a chance.