The crazy woman

Throughout that week, it rained nonstop in Rose City. The city had become even colder due to the late autumn rain. Bill sat in a run-down little restaurant, dressed in a black leather jacket. He had a bowl of noodles on the greasy table and the heat and aroma filled the small room. The woman sitting opposite him was wearing a black baseball cap, which made her out of place. Her attitude was condescending as if she didn’t want to be there. She sat up straight, trying not to touch anything in the room. The sound of rain on the tin roof of the house distracted her. “I didn’t come here to watch you eat noodles,” the woman said, as she removed her black mask. Bill took two sips of soup before pulling a flash drive from his pocket and placing it in front of her as he watched the woman become nervous. He said, “You are still wanted in Ireland, so hiding in Rose City is not safe either!” “What do you mean?” Bill wiped his mouth with a napkin and said, “Nothing. Turning you in is no good to me