Zoe Sawyer had heavy, dark circles under her eyes, her steps dragging as she came downstairs.
Vivian Dunn was with her, but the energy levels of the two were worlds apart.
"I don't mind working, but why make me go back to writing novels?" Zoe Sawyer's steps felt floaty. It had been too long since she'd written. She was just getting back into it, but her plotting and words-per-hour were slow. A chapter that used to take maybe two hours now took at least three!
It had taken her a whole week to finally get her writing speed back to what it used to be.
'This isn't right. Haven't I already made it? Plus, my bank account still has plenty of bonus money from cases!'
'So why am I still slaving away at a keyboard?!'
Zoe Sawyer wanted to cry but had no tears.
After the Chief had asked her a question that day, he'd made the decision on the spot: Zoe Sawyer was to return to her old profession, create a cover for herself, and look for an opportunity to go undercover.
