Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Relaxer Can Be Murder
A rustling came from the back of the store. Panic set in. She wasn’t supposed to be there. She was supposed to be in the parking lot waiting for Chuck. Footsteps moved toward the front of the room. She slowly stuck her head out. Dara breathed a sigh of relief, but before she left the booth, fear and skepticism crept back in. She wasn’t supposed to be there, so that meant no one else should’ve been there either.
Dara wasn’t sure what to do. If she stayed where she was, she would be trapped. She decided it would be safer out in the open.
“Dara, what are you doing here?”