Amanda still didn't feel any cleaner as she stepped out of the shower. The water may have cleansed her outside, but her inner self was still filled with paranoia and frustration. She grabbed the towel quickly and wrapped it around her body as fast as she could, looking around the bathroom cautiously. Amanda shook her head; she shouldn't be like this. She was a cop, a woman that knew how to look after herself. All this silliness wasn't who she was. She'd just have to gather her thoughts and calm down, figure all of this out. Yes... that's what she'd do.<br/><br/>However, when the phone rang she uttered a squeak of surprise, cursing at herself for being such a silly girl. She looked at the number on the display and answered it, half expecting the person on the other line to be Mr. Black again, having found yet not another way to invade her privacy. Her shoulders relaxed once she made out the voice of her colleague Malcolm.<i>"I'm on my way"</i>, she said with a deep sigh. Amanda dressed herself and tied her hair back in a messy knot. She was still tired, but she had little choice right now. She had to go to the station and see what was going on.<br/><br/>Amanda stepped into her car and turned the key, driving slowly out of the garage beneath the appartment complex. The sun was going down and the sky had turned into an orangy-purple hue. Yet Amanda couldn't find it in her heart to enjoy the beauty of the evening. All she could think about was what had happened today. It had all started out so simple, like the most boring case in the world. But now... now everything was different.<br/><br/>Closing the door behind her, Amanda walked into the office, wondering how big the shitstorm Malcolm had mentioned was. But in truth, she was wondering how deep this Mr. Black was into the force, and how many of the people around her were working for him...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>