Cassie looked around her small house. It didn't feel like it was hers. There were no pictures on the walls, no knick knacks, no little personal touches. She'd been here almost a month and everything was just as bare as it had been. The furniture wasn't hers. The dishes in the cabinet weren't ones that she brought home from the store. Nothing was hers in this small two bedroom home. And all thanks to witnessing the murder of her best friend. It had been almost a year, and though she'd testified against the men that had murdered her favorite person in the whole world, she hadn't been safe. The men aligned with Emma's murderer wanted her dead now, for daring to turn in their friend and send him to prison for the rest of their life. She was a target, …show more content…
It was a rural place, grand total six hundred people in the town limit and no chain restaurants. Just a general store and pharmacy and a small diner. One street had everything. The library, the fire department, the police station, who's six employees never had to deal with more than a rowdy drunk on a weekend and doling out speeding tickets. Biting her lush bottom lip, she shut the cabinet door and then grabbed her house keys and wallet. She had a car, but also had an old Schwinn bike and decided to use it to go into town. It even had a basket on the front like the one she had used as a kid. And two miles was nothing on a …show more content…
She was certainly attractive. Her hair was a nice dark red, her eyes a bright green, her skin pale and slightly freckled across the bridge of her nose. She was slender, but shapely where it counted and of average height at 5'6''. Her feet were clad in brown sandals, and she was wearing a simple white tee and comfy jeans. As she reached town, she parked her bike outside of the local general store, pulling her red hair up into a quick pony tail before making her way inside. She grabbed one of the hand baskets at the door and then slowly started up and down the aisles, grabbing rice off the shelf, and some canned green beans. There was a cooler full of hamburger meat, pork chops, and chicken and a few frozen microwave meals. Cocking her head to the side, she considered her options before leaving the cooler alone. Those things weren't in her budget at the moment. She had to find a job. The money that Witness Protection had given her was running