5 am. Caroline had just finished her shift at work.
She got the commissions from the wine she had sold these few days. They totaled enough for her to travel back. Caroline was weighing going directly to Miami or back to her hometown for a while.
The winter nights were long. At this hour, except for the downtown area where ads and neon lights were on 24/7, the city was in darkness and silence.
Caroline stayed with her friend in an old section of the city. Her taxi stopped at the entrance of a narrow alley. When Caroline had walked halfway up the alley, the sensitive instinct trained by a long-term life of hiding made her detect danger.
Caroline turned abruptly, but there was nobody behind her.
She walked a few more steps and turned back sharply again. She almost cried out, there was a man a few meters behind her.
He walked silently like a ghost.
