Sirena sat alone in the small motel room, making a list of things to do. First, she needed to go across the street to the gas station. She would need a burner phone, pen and paper, and food. Secondly, she needed to find a library for internet purposes.
Sirena sighed into her hands. Why do I feel like a convict on the run? She felt like Richard Kimble from the movie The Fugitive. But at least I have clean underwear. That would have been a deal breaker.
Sirena took out the list of names Krista had given her. Ten men. Ten people she would have to research, find and hunt down. Sirena sighed. Maybe she hadn’t thought this through. Her hand then subconsciously lifted as she caressed her magical silver necklaces. No, she thought angrily. She wanted them all to pay. The entire Chrysanthewaite
