Location: Inside Farrah’s Apartment
Date: 11/14/35

Drip. Drip. Drip. Water leaks from the rusted chrome faucet causing the still water to ripple. Each circular ripple starting small and then getting larger until they hit the olive skin of the tubs occupant. Her body sitting still in the lukewarm water, head resting in her hand, it almost looked as if Farrah was sleeping.

The inside of her apartment looked more like a grotto than a place someone would actually want to live, though that was the case with most of these places. The walls were some kind of faux brick, the appliances squeezed into one corner. A metal framed bed was stuck in another on top of center blocks for added space underneath for storage. The bed’s mattress was dingy and old, covered with a worn sheet and well used blanket which smelled vaguely of metal and grease. There were dishes stacked on shelves, no television to speak of - only a single window that looked like she would be hard pressed to get out of if it came down to it.

Farrah sighs as she opens her eyes, the small action making larger ripples shoot through the water and converge against the ones caused by the leaky faucet. It takes a few moments, but eventually the water stills once more the ripples coming from a single source.

The woman in the tub was anything but asleep, anything but still on the inside. Her mind raced over possibilities, mulling over events from the previous evening, and debating on what her next moves should be if anything. Shackles’ words kept popping up in her head and the time she’d used to get general shopping done had been spent looking over her shoulder for possible threats - even more so than normal. She’d found it hard to concentrate on tasks at hand, returning home early to attempt relaxation on the day off that she’d earned.

Farrah had drawn her bath, heated up water on her stove to make the water warm enough to be tolerable. Even now she could feel the chill of the water against her skin. She’d been in the water long enough to soothe her sore joints and muscles a bit but it wasn’t enough to calm her racing thoughts. Someone was going to have to pay for what happened last night.

Finding who set her up shouldn’t be that difficult. Of course she only had two people to go on, Danny and Brad. Danny she’d be seeing very soon, tomorrow in fact. Farrah had half a mind to make his face prettier by breaking his nose when she laid eyes on him, but then something Shackles said would pop into her head. It probably wasn’t him. Still, whatever went wrong, it had to be something he’d done or said to someone. She wanted to know who’d set her up. She wanted to know what that stupid trinket was that almost got her killed. She wanted to know how many other pies Danny had his grubby little fingers in. She wanted to know what made Shackles think she was going to work for him, no matter what Danny owed him. It was her ass that nearly got creamed out there, not his. If anything they should both be paying her for her troubles. Farrah knew that was a pipe dream. What was up with that guy?