The good thing about working odd jobs and gigs was the freedom she had. Always something new, always somewhere interesting and always skimming the fine line between bills paid and living in her car.
This week she'd been given a cardboard box full of posters. A local celebrity had gone missing and, while it wasn't large enough to break past local news, it was enough that the whole town was in a frenzy to find him.
She'd been given set quantities per location and a list of suitable streets whose heavy traffic might bring back some clue as to where the missing man had gone.
She suspected a bender in one of the seedier areas of the town but it wasn't her problem at the end of the day. Until it got to thend of the day and she found herself staring at some kind of something at the back of an alley she very much didn't want to go down.
It took her a while to realise that the mangled mass of meat pinned to the wall with an ancient looking butcher's knife, was in fact the missing man from the posters she'd been putting up around town.
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