[center][h3][u][color=chocolate]Blake Mitchell[/color][/u][/h3]


At some point between leaving to follow the kid with a vendetta against Wes Harmon and the halfway point to the Harmon residence, Blake shook her head and turned her car around. The reason she had managed to stay in operation for as long as she had was because she had a specific set of rules she lived by. Tenants, in a word, that kept her clear, clean, and free of suspicion. She didn't get in the way of the proper authorities and she didn't get involved in cases far above her paygrade. The Harmon's were known. Black Mitchell was practically a guest in town, but guests that made an ass of themselves got thrown out on their ass. She was sure that there was more to that whole nasty kidnapping business than let on...but she wasn't getting paid to find out nor was she crazy enough to pursue it. 

Which was to say that Blake Mitchell did not so much as look in her rear view mirror once the kid seemed so determined to stay the course. Blake did what any reasonable adult would do: she returned to her office, kicked her feet up on her desk, and watched videos on the internet for a couple of hours. It was rather boring, all things considered, but when she wasn't getting hired and her ad for help wasn't going to be run until the next day...there was little else she could do. Being a private detective was ninety percent waiting for that one person to walk through the door.

Eventually, Blake managed to doze off, waking up only after her cell phone rang. By the clock on the lock screen it was...

[color=chocolate]"Shit...Felicia..."[/color] 

Blake had to think back. Did she promise to pick Felicia up today or was she going to catch the bus? She figured it didn't really matter one way or another since Felicia wasn't the one calling her, but rather a solicitor who left a voice mail that was deleted straight away. Blake slowly rubbed her temple with her thumb before pushing away from her desk. Air. She needed air. And something to munch wouldn't hurt, a bit of pre-dinner snackage. It really hit home that all she had to eat so far was a convenience store breakfast burrito which, while delicious, was hardly filling for the full day.  

So again Blake left the comfort of her office for the comforts of her car. It wouldn't hurt to swing by the school to see if Felicia needed a ride home, but as she pulled out of her office lot she did so with no real desire to do anything other than solve her stomach issues. Though considering the happenings the last time she mixed food and her car...Blake was prepared for damn near anything as she turned onto the main road.[/center]