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thedeadgirl) wrote2023-08-12 10:37 am
thedeadgirl) wrote2023-08-12 10:37 am
psl; "alive and well" for tinstar
Three years prior, Laura stood in front of her ex-husband, waiting for him to get the vengeance he was expected to take against her for killing his father. He didn't do it and left her at the Center of America Motel. The plan going forward hadn't been thought through. Not when she was pretty sure she'd be on the ground with half her skull caved in with the police arriving to identify her as just another Jane Doe that was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
After a prolonged moment of self-reflection and seeing things that weren't actually behind her in the reflection of the mirror she stopped to stare at, Laura knew she had to leave. It wasn't until Bilquis turned up that she had an idea of where she was going and a day or so later, she arrived in Florida with nothing more than a new name, a contact and a reservation at a hotel.
It seemed her luck had changed, but not in a good way. Nothing worked out and Laura became desperate, so she hit up a casino and got a job and before long, she was right back where she started. Only it wasn't some dumb guy whose plan to rob the casino failed, it was one guy apart of an entire group that had contacts within the Mexican cartel that approached her as their inside woman and after one successful heist and a cut that would set her up for a good solid year (as long as she was careful), she helped again.
Only this time, the heat was on and the entire thing was taken down by the US Marshals.
She was detained and questioned and it was a wonder they didn't see right through her, but she managed to duck any serious implications by pleading she was just a card dealer. Once she was in the clear, Laura headed north, stopping only long enough to check a map and find a place she could stop and breathe. That place?
Lexington, Kentucky.
After a prolonged moment of self-reflection and seeing things that weren't actually behind her in the reflection of the mirror she stopped to stare at, Laura knew she had to leave. It wasn't until Bilquis turned up that she had an idea of where she was going and a day or so later, she arrived in Florida with nothing more than a new name, a contact and a reservation at a hotel.
It seemed her luck had changed, but not in a good way. Nothing worked out and Laura became desperate, so she hit up a casino and got a job and before long, she was right back where she started. Only it wasn't some dumb guy whose plan to rob the casino failed, it was one guy apart of an entire group that had contacts within the Mexican cartel that approached her as their inside woman and after one successful heist and a cut that would set her up for a good solid year (as long as she was careful), she helped again.
Only this time, the heat was on and the entire thing was taken down by the US Marshals.
She was detained and questioned and it was a wonder they didn't see right through her, but she managed to duck any serious implications by pleading she was just a card dealer. Once she was in the clear, Laura headed north, stopping only long enough to check a map and find a place she could stop and breathe. That place?
Lexington, Kentucky.