*Glen*
Glen sat in her car and waited for the person she had talked to earlier on the phone. The voice had been distorted but she was sure it was a man's. Well, whoever it was, was a scared man who didn't want her to find out who he was. So obviously, she knew him.
The sun was already setting. Out on the horizon, flamingos flew in the direction of the shimmering ball of orange as if they wanted to meet up with the descent, as fast as they could.
She sat there for a good thirty minutes till darkness finally fell upon the place. She looked at her watch. She couldn't blame the man for being late because he hadn't told her any time. All he had said on the phone was, "Come to the groove by sunset. And make sure you come alone. Don't try anything stupid, we will be watching you every step of
