she was concerned.
The city streets started to blur, the colors on the signs, the traffic lights, the clothes everyone was wearing, streaking after or pulling away from them. Gail smiled; her purple beauty was kicking in wonderfully.
As the cab made its way along city streets, the Cab Driver indiscriminately turning down various streets for no particular reason, Gail continued to look out the cab’s window, taking it all in. People’s faces were warped - not quite right. Some of them had an angelic glow, while others seemed darker and more sinister. Her Cab Driver’s face, which she noted kept checking her out in the rear view mirror, was closer to angelic than sinister, so she had nothing to fear.
At a red light, the Cab Driver brought the cab to a halt. Gail leaned out the window, taking in the faces of the various people lined up at the curb, ready to cross the street. They all seemed to blend into one.
She was in her element. Gail smiled because she knew she was witnessing the truth. She was seeing beyond the facade; the world held no secrets from her.
“Go away,” the Cab Driver said, snapping her out of her thoughts.
Gail looked to the front of the cab to see some young kid with a squeegee cleaning the car’s windshield. He had an angelic face, as he went about his task despite the Cab Driver’s displeasure. Off to the side, she could see another youngster standing on the corner holding a squeegee; the one that hadn’t been quick enough to get to the cab first. His face was ugly and sinister-looking. She could see the evil within him. On the city’s streets, he wasn’t alone.
The cab pulled away, after the Cab Driver begrudgingly gave the squeegee kid some change. They continued on.
It’d taken the Cab Driver longer than usual to finally ask her for a destination. This one had been extremely patient, and because of it, she had tipped him well. Finally, after about an hour of traveling around aimlessly, she asked him to drop her off in the city’s financial district. Every city had one, so that was all she needed to say. It was there that she found Connors, an upscale restaurant/bar that catered to the well-heeled of society – the business suits and young executives whose only desire was to increase their wealth; if that was at the expense of others, then so be it.
She took a seat at the bar and ordered a white wine. She expected to see a lot of ugliness here, and wasn’t disappointed. The colors of the world around her were still shifting and blurring, challenging her focus, but the faces of those within those blurs; well they were either angelic or sinister, with sinister ruling the day. Gail knew a place like this should have frightened her, but her Daddy had taught her well. He taught her how to have the strength to endure life’s unpleasantness. He saw a world of ugliness around him and he took care of it; she’d learned well, and knew she could handle anything these creatures threw at her.
It didn’t take long for one of those sinister faces to lock on her – it never did. She didn’t know it at that moment, but that sinister face belonged to Anthony Whyte, one of the darker and more sinister faces in the crowd. He lifted his glass of wine to her in a toast, a smile playing across the evilness of his countenance. Gail smiled back at him, lifting her glass up in acknowledgement.
This was the game. She’d played it before.
Gail smiled as she watched Anthony get up from his seat and start making his way around the bar towards her. Evil always found her, which was okay because she knew what to do with it.
Across the city the results of evil lay cold upon the autopsy table. Detectives Ray Michaels and Bryan Stork had all ready run into a dead end in their investigation of Joe Weldon. They’d gone as far as they could; Strickland, the assistant grocery manager, well, he was holding tight to his story. The F.B.I had finally shown up, and they’d gladly turned the case files over
The city streets started to blur, the colors on the signs, the traffic lights, the clothes everyone was wearing, streaking after or pulling away from them. Gail smiled; her purple beauty was kicking in wonderfully.
As the cab made its way along city streets, the Cab Driver indiscriminately turning down various streets for no particular reason, Gail continued to look out the cab’s window, taking it all in. People’s faces were warped - not quite right. Some of them had an angelic glow, while others seemed darker and more sinister. Her Cab Driver’s face, which she noted kept checking her out in the rear view mirror, was closer to angelic than sinister, so she had nothing to fear.
At a red light, the Cab Driver brought the cab to a halt. Gail leaned out the window, taking in the faces of the various people lined up at the curb, ready to cross the street. They all seemed to blend into one.
She was in her element. Gail smiled because she knew she was witnessing the truth. She was seeing beyond the facade; the world held no secrets from her.
“Go away,” the Cab Driver said, snapping her out of her thoughts.
Gail looked to the front of the cab to see some young kid with a squeegee cleaning the car’s windshield. He had an angelic face, as he went about his task despite the Cab Driver’s displeasure. Off to the side, she could see another youngster standing on the corner holding a squeegee; the one that hadn’t been quick enough to get to the cab first. His face was ugly and sinister-looking. She could see the evil within him. On the city’s streets, he wasn’t alone.
The cab pulled away, after the Cab Driver begrudgingly gave the squeegee kid some change. They continued on.
It’d taken the Cab Driver longer than usual to finally ask her for a destination. This one had been extremely patient, and because of it, she had tipped him well. Finally, after about an hour of traveling around aimlessly, she asked him to drop her off in the city’s financial district. Every city had one, so that was all she needed to say. It was there that she found Connors, an upscale restaurant/bar that catered to the well-heeled of society – the business suits and young executives whose only desire was to increase their wealth; if that was at the expense of others, then so be it.
She took a seat at the bar and ordered a white wine. She expected to see a lot of ugliness here, and wasn’t disappointed. The colors of the world around her were still shifting and blurring, challenging her focus, but the faces of those within those blurs; well they were either angelic or sinister, with sinister ruling the day. Gail knew a place like this should have frightened her, but her Daddy had taught her well. He taught her how to have the strength to endure life’s unpleasantness. He saw a world of ugliness around him and he took care of it; she’d learned well, and knew she could handle anything these creatures threw at her.
It didn’t take long for one of those sinister faces to lock on her – it never did. She didn’t know it at that moment, but that sinister face belonged to Anthony Whyte, one of the darker and more sinister faces in the crowd. He lifted his glass of wine to her in a toast, a smile playing across the evilness of his countenance. Gail smiled back at him, lifting her glass up in acknowledgement.
This was the game. She’d played it before.
Gail smiled as she watched Anthony get up from his seat and start making his way around the bar towards her. Evil always found her, which was okay because she knew what to do with it.
Across the city the results of evil lay cold upon the autopsy table. Detectives Ray Michaels and Bryan Stork had all ready run into a dead end in their investigation of Joe Weldon. They’d gone as far as they could; Strickland, the assistant grocery manager, well, he was holding tight to his story. The F.B.I had finally shown up, and they’d gladly turned the case files over