10-17-2015, 06:33 PM
It was from the comfort of a hotel room that Ihsan learned oft the murder. She was in daytime clothes-- a pair of jeans and a black T-shirt-- and lounging on the small loveseat with her legs stretched up onto one arm and her head and shoulders propped up against the other, and flipping through channels on the television set. When she hit the news and caught the word 'Murder' printed in bold white across the bottom of the screen she stopped and paid attention.
An abandoned body, details not being released, the body in a hell of a state.
That sounded more than a little familiar to something she had been looking into already.
The night would be chill, so she put on sneakers and a cropped leather jacket grabbed her Messenger Bag o' Magick.
"Hey," she called to whoever was still in the hotel, be it just Michael or the woman he brought back to the room shit-faced the night before as well, "I'm taking the car tonight. Going to look into that body business. I'll have my phone on me."
And out into the night, into the rental car, and out of the city she went.
An abandoned body, details not being released, the body in a hell of a state.
That sounded more than a little familiar to something she had been looking into already.
The night would be chill, so she put on sneakers and a cropped leather jacket grabbed her Messenger Bag o' Magick.
"Hey," she called to whoever was still in the hotel, be it just Michael or the woman he brought back to the room shit-faced the night before as well, "I'm taking the car tonight. Going to look into that body business. I'll have my phone on me."
And out into the night, into the rental car, and out of the city she went.