@ciphvr I muse: raina I chat: sebastian I closed
It was true - she shouldn’t have been there. Other than four years of school, which barley scratched the surface of her studies, she had absolutely no professional experience in the field. In fact, her program of choice happened to be child psychology, not criminal. Yet she was still huddled on top of the fire escape and peaking into the residence where the councilman was meeting with his mistress. Ha. Perhaps if she was able to grab a couple photos of their intimate encounter, she’d be able to win back the favor of a certain private investigator. Especially after her last mess of things. Which wasn’t even entirely her fault, it was just Raina was known to be extremely clumsy. Add in someone chasing her with a butcher’s knife and she’s bound to trip over the first fire hydrant in her path. Nevertheless, she would persist. It was her calling.
With one hand to steady her, the other held onto her phone and clicked for a couple photos. These were fantastic. A little too carried away with her task, she didn’t notice when the mistress had flipped positions and was now facing the window. “Oh shit,” Raina whispered, ducking her head under the sill. There was a pause from inside and her heart pounded excessively. It wasn’t until movement and grunts took place did she know she was safe. “Phew.” The event was enough for her to take her leave. Climbing down to the next level of stairs, she came face to face with the one face she hadn’t meant to run in all night. She had hoped her drilling a hole into his tire would have kept him from coming on time. “Oops,” she chuckled awkwardly. “Before you say anything, I have photos. Good quality ones. You’d be proud. Okay, maybe not proud, but relieved? Happy? Grateful? I could keep going with this until you stop me. And I have a whole new theory on how the mayor plans to get elected next set of elections. No really. Hear me out!”












