Trying not to sound overly excited about a real paying job, living in Miami was not cheap, and her small bankroll wouldn’t last until the end of the month.  “Sure I can spare a couple hours for some driving work…drop me a text with a time and place if you need me”.  Pressing the end button on her phone, hoping she didn’t sound too desperate “finely” she thinks to herself. Her friend Lori peeks at her, her fingers continue to tap out message. “Not sure yet” smiling at Lori, “I might have a driving job later tonight” .  “That’s great Kel…” Lori’s voice trails off as her phone chirps and her eyes move back to her phone as she pulls up the new text and starts reading it.<br/><br/>Kelli walks down the narrow hallway in the old worn out trailer house, careful to avoid the soft-spot in the floor that threatens to break whenever someone steps on it, to get her daypack from the bedroom before leaving.  Pausing for a moment in thought, she goes to her side of the bed and pulls out the pistol she keeps under the mattress, shoving it in her bag. “Better to have it and not need it, then need it and not have it” she says to herself.  Hollering down the hallway from the backdoor; “If it isn’t too late, I’ll text you later when I’m done, maybe we can meet up at the club.”  “Sounds good Kel” Lori says, as she peeks down the hallway watching her leave.<br/><br/>Tossing her bag on the passenger seat, she pulls out the pistol sliding it into a holster between the driver’s seat and center council, before starting up the car and heads towards the freeway entrance.  First a fill up, then Best Buy for a new trac phone and one of those Garmin GPS units.  It wasn’t that she didn’t know the city well enough, it was the street names which all looked the same to her. If they only named the streets something she understood, then it wouldn’t be so confusing.<br/>