Phoebe stepped out of her cafe, the jingling of the bell marking her departure. Strands of red hair once meticulously pinned by Jenny had come loose. A brush of red on the side of her dress stood out like a sore thumb, her were clothes ruined.
'I need a change of clothes.' She thought, a quiet sigh that seemed to carry the burdens of the day left her mouth.
It was just a half past midday but to say that she was exhausted was an understatement. She would have taken a one hour nap but she had something urgent to deal with that could not wait.
Luckily for her, she had a place to go to in order to change and wash the stench of blood out of her hands. There were days like this one where she was grateful that the cafe and the apartment were on the same building.
Once in her apartment she cleaned up, went to the parking lot and drove out. A couple of cars followed her, some more obvious than others, especially the young driver in the blue jeep.
