-CHAPTER 1-

I threw my keys onto the bedside table and flopped face down onto my bed. What a relief. Finally made it to LA without hitch. Except for that sick bastard. God, what was I, a prostitute? I rolled over and sat up.

"Have to get a car." I told myself and stood. I stretched and yawned. I was dead, but. Oh well. I shrugged to myself.

I padded over to the bathroom and undressed. I threw myself under the shower and came out feeling more clean.

I grabbed my room key and finished dressing by pulling my boots on. I locked the door behind me.

"Good day, Miss Harmont." piped the desk clerk.

I just nodded and headed out to catch a cab to take me to the car rentals.