The Barfly Chronicle #3

[psuedojesus]

Damn night was slow as hell.
I was standing out in the parking lot after the bar closed, watching the crowds disassemble and move towards vehicles and cabs, the drunken looks of the idiotic light weights lifting my spirits a little, though I knew tonight I was going alone anyway.
That was until I saw this woman. Skinny little thing, standing at the edge of the parking lot alone, her long black hair swinging in the gentle, early morning breeze. Her frame was shaking, which made me believe that the breeze was chilling her. I walked over.
"Need a ride?" She looked up at me, her eyes dark in the dingy glow of the streetlights.
"I'm expecting someone, but I wouldn't mind the company." Her voice was high and sweet, but something was right about her. I couldn't put my finger on it, but I was sure there was something wrong.
We stood there for some time, not speaking, just hanging out, so to speak, and each time I looked at my watch, I wondered why it was taking so long for a ride for her to arrive. I started to feel cold myself, and decided to ask.
"Do you know why they are so late?"
"Oh, they've never arrived. I usually end up walking home, but I like to wait. Once sunrise comes around, I'll head out." That didn't make any sense to me; if they never show up, why does she wait every time?
"Are you sure you don't want a ride?" I wasn't going to stay till sunrise.
"I'm sure." I started walking off, wondering what it was I couldn't place about her that was wrong.
I awoke this morning to a knocking at my door. I don't usually get visitors. I won't get into any detail, but apparently the woman was picked up walking out to a pretty shabby apartment complex about 6 miles from the bar. The police showed up to talk to me, since I they know I'm at the bar every night, and asked if I spoke to her. I told them what happened, and they said it was nothing to worry about, but I decided to hold one of them back for a second, and ask, since they were both putting off some fear and serious concern. He was scared at first, but I explained that I was worried, and I'd like to help her if I could.
"Wanna tell me about this girl?"
"Well, a few months ago, same girl showed up at the office, asking about some of her friends. We took down her statement, and an officer drove her home. A week later we found her out behind a grocery store dumpster diving. Owner was complaining that he didn't want any homeless going through his garbage, so we picked her up, and took her home again. A week after that, a couple of young people came in with a picture of her, saying that they were looking for her. We had them follow us out to that apartment complex, and walked them up to the door. An older woman answered, and upon looking at the photo, she told us the girl had died a couple of days before."
Now, I'm officially worried.

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