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the still painful scarring that hurt when something touched it—it was downright awful.
Lock kept talking, but something caught my eye in the shadows of the parking lot.
A woman.
She moved like a dancer across the cracked and uneven parking lot of the police station.
Lock and I got off the motorcycles, and I automatically moved so that my body was in the shadows
so that if anybody looked at me, they’d see my silhouette and not my scars.
A habit that I’d started after getting out of the hospital.
Once I’d realized that people stared, and didn’t care if they were caught staring, I tried to
minimize my exposure. As well as hide in plain sight.
The woman stepped up onto the curb and continued to move to the front doors.
I studied her.
She was tall and lithe. Not my height—six foot three—tall, but definitely on the taller side for a
woman.
At least five foot seven or eight, if I had to guess.
I took in her attire.
She was wearing hospital scrubs. Hideous green ones that did nothing to hide her figure. Even in
the unshapely scrub top and scrub pants, I could still see an amazing ass, generous breasts, and round hips.
Her hair, though, was what had my attention.
It wasn’t a color I’d ever seen before, and something about it struck me as odd.
As if the color wasn’t right.
Memories never flashed at me, because according to my doctor, they weren’t there any longer.
But, a sense of knowing told me that the woman’s hair was wrong.
It was a black so deep that it looked so dark that it almost glowed in the quickly-darkening setting sun. She had it up in a high ponytail, and the long, straightened length hung midway down her back.
If it was down, it’d hang well past her ass.
Lock forgotten beside me, I moved into the building behind her instead of using the staff entrance
on the side of the station.
At some point, Lock must’ve left because I no longer saw him.
My eyes were all for the woman that had stopped at the front desk and started talking.
“Hi, my name is Francesca Solomon,” she said to the woman who was manning the desk. “I’m
supposed to be meeting a Detective Yao.”
