Chapter One hundred and forty-eight

Sally, unsure of who she had a case with that could go this far, drove straight to the police precinct, not even daring to use her brakes for a moment.

The police precinct stood proudly in the centre of the city, its gate lit with a statue of the police badge. Sally drove in, nodding her head at the security man, and could only breathe when she was inside the protective confines of the station.

Once inside the station, she rolled down her protective window, coughing at the impact of the fresh breeze hitting her face. She looked around for the detective who had called, and she saw him on the far side of the station, walking towards her car.

“Good evening, Miss Sally,” he greeted, hands resting on his hips.

“There is nothing good about the evening, detective,” she responded shakily.

“Talk to me; what did you see?”

“Someone after my life.”

“I am going to need you to calm down and tell me what happened.”

“Okay, I just got back from work and I went to my residence. I have no staff