Catharsis
THE RIBBON of road tore by as Eve accelerated through the bends. She could barely contain her adrenaline surge as the metropolitan lights rose like a stage curtain until she was enveloped by the empty concrete jungle. Eve had been constantly checking her rearview and did not believe she was followed, but knew it still remained a possibility. She parked in the garage of the closest decent hotel within the city and ditched her outer clothing into a wastebasket just before the entrance door. At once Eve was through the door sporting a plain colored shirt and shorts which she had on underneath. She was barely able to keep her emotions intact at the lobby counter. The young woman receptionist thankfully did not ask any questions. She seemed to understand that Eve was in a troubled pr
