I have the groggy recognition of why I am waking up for the second time today. Before I open my eyes, I register that there is no pain coming from my body. I note that we are driving and I am in the backseat, my hands are tied behind my back, that is not the most comfortable thing but I am not in pain. My eyes strain open against the sun beaming directly down on me, it's through tinted glass but the hot California sun is persistent in its summertime assault.
“What do you want?” I say just above a whisper.
“Ah, Hello Ashleigh. Did you have a good rest?” The driver asks, our eyes meeting in the rear view mirror.
“Not particularly. You killed a man.”
“I did no such thing, that wolf will be just fine.”
“What do you want?”
“Nothing, I’m just doing my job.”
“And what is your job?”
“Maki
