"Gabriella was the storybook dream girl. She's beautiful, intelligent, talented, popular. Most importantly," the lawyer paused to give the boy a pitying glance before turning her attention back to the crowd and shrugging slightly. "She's nice."
That's what brought them all here today. The root of the issue. Because, truth is, you can't be nice to people like this.
(I don't know if this really qualifies as a Mystery/Thriller or Teen Fiction but I wasn't sure what else to call it at this point. It'll probably be changing between the two.)