The front had been damaged. Glass littered the ground, the windows completely shattered, jagged edges still clinging to the frames. The door hung slightly off its hinge.
And then there was the word Killer painted across the wall in harsh, uneven strokes, the letters screamed accusation.
Her breath caught in her throat. Across the street, a small group of people had gathered. They weren't trying to hide their curiosity.
Vee felt their eyes on her even before she stepped out of the car. Quickly, she pulled out her phone, her fingers moving faster than her thoughts as she sent a message to Valentina. Her first instinct was always to protect Val. It was better she stayed away and not come to the shop.
She slipped the phone back into her bag and stepped out of the car, her shoes crunching against broken glass as she approached the entrance.
She pushed the damaged door open carefully and stepped inside. "I don't understand…" she whispered to herself.
