Stop 1-11-2021

[sidhe_faerie]

Shelly touched her forehead and then pulled back her hand. Blood. She took a deep breath. It explained the dizzy nauseous feeling she was experiencing. It was likely a concussion.  It wasn't her first time being knocked in the head. It came with the job.

She sat up and checked her pockets for her phone but it was gone. Whoever hit her must have taken it. She remembered a dinner a block away. She would have to get there to call for help. 

Her car keys were gone too. They wouldn't get far with it. The gas gauge was stuck at three quarters of a tank. She was sure it was nearly empty and she was going to get gas after she met with her informant.

Her informant….

Shelly looked around and spotted the man lying on the ground. She stood up and staggered over to him. He was dead. There was a bullet wound on his chest and another in his leg. Whoever killed him wasn't messing around. 

Shelly searched his pockets and found nothing. She checked his socks. He dad always told her it was the one place bad guys forgot to check. She found a flash drive in his right sock. She put it in her pocket. 

She made a mental note of where she was then started walking towards the dinner. She had to call Bryce and let him know what had happened. He wouldn't be pleased that she had put herself in danger but he would forgive her as soon as he saw she was in one piece, more or less. 

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