II. The Round Hole
It was early in the morning but still dark out when she returned from Vermont.
Agent 34 pulled into a parking spot in the underground garage of her apartment building. This wasn’t her usual apartment. She hardly spent any time there anymore. Her usual apartment was in Los Angeles. She was currently in Newark, New Jersey. She’d been here for almost a year. She didn’t like it. No one likes New Jersey. It consistently held the top three spots on her list of top five least favorite states. Number four was Texas. She couldn’t stand those damn mega churches. Five was Florida. She didn’t know why she didn’t like Florida. She just never did.