It has been a year since Annalise Montgomery lost her fifteen year old sister Lilly in the middle of a sunny day when she was waiting in a parking lot.
Annalise takes the case into her control when the police are empty handed. No leads, no traces, n...
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I had considered driving to the pet store to explain myself. Explain that I was wrongfully arrested for absolutely nothing, and apologise. Try to reclaim my old job that I didn't even enjoy that much.
But I never did.
I've accepted that I lost my mostly secure job. It was the job that could be written on a resume or legal documents, whereas my 'under the radar' job definitely could not be.
After Scott had left my apartment, I'd forced myself out of bed and into the shower. I had so much I had to do that couldn't be avoided, like; going to the pharmacy for that plan b pill, and grocery shopping.
Both those things require money, and while I have the funds, that would run out over time. So, I'd given in, and submitted my name for late night availability for the underground night club.
I'm sure I can grit and bare through serving drinks and cleaning for a few months until a more suitable and stable job had fallen onto my lap. I'd have to start looking and applying, but for now, I have access to my quick fix. Besides, it pays more than the pet store did. All cash in hand at the end of the night.
Which is where I am now. Shoving my white envelope into Lilly's old denim jacket's pocket. It's too warm to wear it, but I only have it on me for comfort.
The owners don't necessarily care what the staff wear in the club. The only people that have strict dress codes are the dancers and bar staff- even though it's barely even enough to be considered clothes.
Us cleaners and table servers had options. They wanted to make sure that no attention would be on us so customers would focus and spend more on the dancers and entertainers. So, I wore my usual jeans, and a sleeveless turtle neck. I'd pass out from the heat in there with winter clothes on.
It's midnight now, and I'm still without my groceries. Luckily, Seamville's grocery store shuts at half past twelve. I still have thirty minutes to grab what I need.
I finish the journey to my car, and try to get myself to the grocers as fast as I can to save my time. So by the time I arrive, it's only five past. I move the cash from out of the envelope to into my wallet, so it doesn't appear as suspicious as it really is.
The lights to the store are as bright as ever and illuminate the mostly empty parking lot. Besides my own, there's three other cars.
I make my way towards the entrance and wipe the hair that the warm summer air wind blew on my face. The glass doors slide open, and immediately am met with the awful radio music playing hauntingly through the store.
I must be the only customer here, judging by the glare from the youngish girl standing bored at the register. I ignore her and grab one of the baskets before wandering into the store, quickly trying to grab what I need.
