The evening air was crisp, the kind that made you want to tuck your hands into your pockets and walk just a little faster. Zara was on her way to the precinct for her shift, her mind already shifting into work mode, planning out the night ahead.
This was not her only job, but she took pride in it, knowing that her cleaning made things a bit easier on the officers at the precinct was great.
She would do what she normally does, clean while listening to music and do it effortlessly, even though it might drain whatever energy she was taking into the place.
But as she rounded the corner that led up to the street of the precinct, the low hum of an engine caught her attention.
A car pulled up near the curb, slowing just enough to keep pace with her. At first, she ignored it because this was
