Cam muttered to herself as she dragged her suitcase to her car on the fourth level of the self-parking garage. The Atlantic City morning sun gleamed across car hoods and the smooth concrete in the open garage. It was bright and quiet, and a long frickin’way from the hotel and casino. It was her own fault. She should have opted for valet parking, but then again, she was trying to be a normal human being. Blending in with the locals was an important part of her modus operandi. Swoop in, make tons of money off the casinos, and sneak out. It’d worked for the past year, and unless proven otherwise, she was sticking with it. She finally reached her Honda Accord and popped the trunk. As she threw her suitcase in the back, a prickle of foreboding spread across her body. In a split second, her senses heightened. Heavy footsteps shuffled behind her. She concentrated on the movements. Pants legs brushed together; three, maybe four of them, quiet by human standards and moving fast. Her nose picked up aftershave and sweat, definitely human males.
