The parking lot was dark, with just a few hints of light dotted here and there. McCall had parked here for years because it was the only one within walking distance of the station.
The collection of cars looked more abandoned than parked, but it was cheap and secure, so who cared. In the distance was her car, Its ancient, faded paintwork glinting under the light of the spot lamp, which gave it an almost welcoming glow.
Walking towards the beloved 1966 Mustang, originally belonging to her father, her mind was entirely occupied by the case. The darkness of the lot had never bothered her; hell, she knew she could take care of herself, and Sam McCall was armed, so if anyone screwed with her, she could sort it. McCall stopped at her car door and reached into her jacket pocket for the keys. Su
