It was four-thirty, and she'd never seen a cop along this stretch leading up to the nearest metro station.
One day, she'd wake up and find herself on the Metro again.
A day later the forecast had turned ominous - heavy rains all weekend and flooding in the metro area.
She beat the rush onto the metro and took up a comfortable position on the aisle side of the commuter train, book in one hand and purse in the other.
She guided the car to the lit parking lot near the metro station, her destination.