"Hey, I thought I did but if you think you're on your way up, it could be up and out, man. My boy just came from downtown and he made some personal in...uiries." Yeah?" I questioned hoping he would supply me with some information I could use to figure out what in the hell he was talking about and get me the hell out of there in one piece, without resorting to the little .38 in my right hand coat pocket."Think you're gonna just slide on up Jimmy? Take my money and shit with you? Just shut the door. The first thing Bill noticed was her red hair. It was a mane of bright golden-orange that hung down to the middle of her shoulder blades in fine waves. A color that was so intense that it could almost be called day-glow. It was attention-getting even from across the crowded room. She was a solidly built woman, what most would call pleasantly plump or even chubby, a couple inches shorter than Bill’s trim 5 foot 9. Her pale, creamy complexion was set off by a full set of freckles, captivatingly. They didn’t smile back at all, which was a bit off-putting.In fact the atmosphere was a bit strained as the lift went up. They were big men, with short hair. Just standing, in a corner each. Why hadn’t they got out on the ground floor? Ding! “Floor three” said the speaker. The doors opened. There were their cases on the carpet in the corridor! And two more men. Big men. They held their arms out to stop Grace and the others getting out.“You need to come with us,” said the man behind her.Next. My parents owned a small taxidermy shop in town, it had been passed down to them from my grandparents. Since launching a website a few years ago that allowed for online ordering and the ability to have a****ls shipped in they had seen a huge increase boom in business and it kept them busy all hours of the day. When I arrived in front of the shop I jumped out of my car almost forgetting to put it in park and with my acceptance letter in hand I ran inside and screamed at the top of my lungs. "I.