Bridgett
Bridgett was back at the apartment, after making sure she wasn't followed anymore. She removed her wig and ran her fingers through her hair, loosening it up. Was he telling the truth? Only one way to find out, but that would be for later.
There was just enough time to catch the opening show, before her dinner with Lanz. In a hurry, she threw on a black short sleeved shirt with some jeans, and slipped on her boots. She would go simply as Bridgett, since Bridgett was good for fading in the background. Ready, she headed out.
Leaving the building, she passed Vito's restaurant. She always felt hungry going by it, with the smell of the herbs and fresh warm bread wafting out through the doors. The sun was out, but dark clouds loomed above.
Walking by the window of the restaurant, she felt a gaze. Turning around, there was no one. Still the heat rising within her, the prickling of her skin, cautioned a presence nearby. A presence focused on her. Turning back around, she continued on her way, walking swiftly.
Back inside Vito's, a figure walked to the window, avoiding the pocket of sunlight. Shadowed eyes followed Bridgett down the sidewalk.
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Wrestling the Kraken
Misteri / ThrillerOne evening in 1963 entangles the lives of a certain group of strangers. Eight years later, the circus is in town, but everywhere they've been...death followed. Will the city of Fox Hollow be its last stop? As the serial killer prepares the plan, so...
