Lexi Jane

Lexi locks up the Pharmacy for the night at 9:30 pm. The harsh fluorescent lights flicker off as she steps out the back door into the dimly-lit lot behind the store, the door clicking shut. Her tired eyes scan the asphalt, then narrow—her car is gone. The spot where she parked this morning is empty. The alley is quiet except for the buzz of a distant streetlamp. What do you do?