Zinnia Clark was driving around Greenfield in her [url= http://img.digitaltrends.com/image/2014-bmw-i3-front-motion.jpg]car[/url], enjoying the bright beautiful day with her windows rolled down and the radio turned up. She wore a simple [url= http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/e4/1e/e6/e41ee69a06f68e337f3b5edbc21736b7.jpg]outfit[/url], not having planned on doing anything too devious in the middle of the day. The night time was more her forte. She already had a plan for this evening. She had dinner last with one of Greenfield’s wealthiest, having come up to him while he was about to be seated at a restaurant and introduced herself. Fake name of course. She’d complimented his speech he gave a couple days prior, all about how to clean up the streets, pausing when she spoke in breathless tone about how eloquent he was. He’d invited her to stay and eat dinner with him of course, which she obliged, ordering champagne to top it all off. He’d simply chuckled it off and enjoyed the company of a girl half his age. If that. He’d taken her back to his place, but she’d drugged his drink. She interrogated him in his dreamy state about safes and locks and passcodes of his, and written them all down. She’d stayed til the morning and bid him a happy farewell- him none the wiser and assuming things had happened which had never occurred. But, it gave him stories to tell on the golf green, and she didn’t care. He would never suspect the lovely young lady he’d spent a romantic dinner with would be the one returning tonight to steal everything from him. Some people were too easy. All these thoughts were running through her mind when she heard police sirens and the cars they belonged to, skidding past her and heading down another road. She frowned, flipping on the police scanner in her car and hearing about a bank robbery. Really? How cliché. She made a ‘tsk’ sound with her lips and shook her head. The light turned green and she continued driving, glancing to the side where a man driving his truck smiled at her. She grinned and winked back, mumbling under her breath about how she could own that truck by morning if she wanted.