Chapter 17

The sun has gone down really well, the night sky was shiny with the twinkling stars and the yellow half-moon that dominated it.

By the time they pulled up to the clearing of her apartment again. Ismena was well tired to her bones. It was a hard day, and she also missed her afternoon medications.

But all that doesn't matter at all when compared to the problem at hand. The trouble she'd gotten herself into.

The pawnbroker, Mr. Haggins, really did close down his store and left town.

No one knows where he packed too. No one knows his destination. No one knows how to reach him. Not a phone number, not a relative, not an address. Nothing.

She can feel him behind her as she stepped out of the limo. He hasn't said a word since their investigations. His silence terrified her more than his blank faces and eye-color changes. She walked sullenly to her apartment, unlocked it, and walked inside. He followed her.

Ismena was done peeing her panties in fear. She turned and faced him bravely, "So,