The normally busy street felt too quiet. If she was in the woods, she would think that the animals knew that something lurked, a predator was on the loose. Right now, maybe the time of the night was just odd. Earlier in the day, she'd gone job hunting and found out that most of the managers worked during the evening shifts. She filled out a couple of applications, and set up one interview for this evening. She pulled her cell phone out of her purse and checked the time, almost 8:30 p.m. Almost there, and she'd be early, too. Her interview with the bar's night manager was scheduled for nine, and she wanted to get a spot first and check out the surroundings. She got the feeling that she was being watched, and glanced behind her. No one was there—just the empty sidewalk. A few streets ahead, she could see the glowing lights of Bourbon. There, no matter what the time of day or night, it would be hopping and inhabited. Then, she could breathe a bit easier. The ball of her foot hit the pavement at just the wrong angle, sending her ankle twisting to the side.
