CHAPTER ONE - LUCILLE “LUCY” KATHERINE MOORE
The small uneven sidewalk that Lucille Moore was walking on came to an abrupt end which left her no choice but to walk alongside the road in the dirt gravel.
The rain continued to pour down, making it difficult for her to see no more than a few feet in front of her.
All she could think about was how nice it was going to feel to be in dry, warm, clothes and in the sheltered warmth of her hotel room. Of course, that is if she ever made it there.
She wasn’t sure on many miles she had walked so far and she no longer had her cell phone to tell how long she’d been walking either.
Nothing could possibly make this day more worse, Lucy thought, trying to figure out what she was going to do once she finally got back to her hotel.
All of her identification and personal belongings were now gone, stolen, in the hands of some middle aged guy.
From what she could remember, he was wearing a black sweatshirt and a LA Lakers ball cap.
The thief had came out of no where while Tess was waiting for her taxi cab to arrive after her long day of touring around downtown, Los Angeles.
He had come up from behind her, which caught her off guard and pushed her to the ground.
It was only a matter of seconds before he had her bag in his hands and took of running in the opposite direction.
Tess was in complete shock, as she remained sitting on the ground while passerby's continued to walk past her, as if unaware of what just took place.
Just then a crack of thunder rumbled in the distance, which made her nervously look up and assess the sky above her while she slowly stood up, wiping off the little rocks from the pavement that stuck to her legs.
The hotel that she was staying at was more than 7 miles away from where she currently was and she knew for a fact that without any money, the taxi she had called 25 minutes prior, wouldn’t give her a free sympathy ride.
Things just didn’t work that way though that didn’t stop her from trying, because honestly, what other options did she have?
Shortly after, when the taxi cab arrived and parked alongside the street in front of her, she waited until the driver rolled down the window to ask if she was Lucy Moore, before approaching and explaining to him her situation. Just like she had thought, the cab driver told her that he couldn’t afford to do such a favor but that he was sorry and he hoped for the best.
Another crack of thunder roared throughout the growing dark grey clouds as Lucy watched the cab drive away. She decided that her only other option if she was going to try and beat the storm was to walk, as fast as she possible could.
It had only been about five minutes though into her walk, when Tess had felt the first rain drops from the oncoming storm.
