The Killer Inside. Cass Green

at the windows. Her hair was slicked to her head so her light brown eyes looked huge in her face, like a beautiful manga creation.

      She grimaced and took off her thin jacket, which was wringing wet.

      ‘Hey!’ I laughed. ‘How come you got so wet when you only had to come out of the station and hop into the car?’

      She grimaced and began to head upstairs. ‘Really hammering, though,’ she called down. ‘And I got to the car then couldn’t find my bloody keys for ages.’