I looked around after Jennifer dressed my wound, then looked into her eyes, I was wondering what secrets were hidden behind those blues, do I ask her why there are some real nasty thugs after her?<br/><br/>I got up and walked towards a locked door on the side of the building, I needed some rest and something to eat, pulling at the door, it didn't want to give way, but we needed somewhere safe to put up for the night.<br/><br/>I found a broken window and opened it, climbing in the place wasn't to bad and I was sure someone had been there before, a chair, a table and a burnt out fire was inside, walking over to the door I removed a bar that held it shut and opened it, motioning Jenn over to come inside, "see if you can get a fire going, I will hide the car and get some stuff out ready for the night," it was going to be a cold one.<br/><br/>Jennifer looked at me strangely because we had stopped mid afternoon, but didn't question my reasons, I wondered again what she had done and who she was? Was it my cop instinct playing overtime with my head? I guess so.