In what perhaps her biggest weakness as a person, Rebecca was not a morning person. She had destroyed three alarm clocks just in the last year by literally trashing them in disgust as they went off in the morning. She contented herself with a pained yelp as it went off that morning. The green digits signaled it was 6:30 AM. She forced herself to sit up in bed and switched on the light, allowing her eyes to get used to light. After that she lifted her bare ass of the mattress and forced herself into the bathroom. A few seconds of ice-cold water on her skin elicited a genuine scream but also chased some of the tiredness out of her bones. Twenty minutes later she was downstairs in her uniform, waiting for her pot of coffee to run through. A large mug and a half later, she felt awakened enough to face the day.<br/><br/>The Sheriff’s office Dodge Charger patrol car was awaiting her in the driveway, as she preferred to keep it outside whenever she anticipated a night where she might be called into work. That had luckily not been the case that night. She turned the ignition and listened to the weather report on the radio. It was a little after 7 when she pulled into her parking space.<br/>