Jioni approached the vehicle’s passenger side and peeked inside the cracked window. Her breath fogged it, so she shimmied to the front windshield and continued searching. Inside the front, some more plants, a couple of miscellaneous boxes, jars, and a teapot but no Hippie Girl. Jioni’s foot caught something, and she stumbled. Down below was the culprit; it was an open metal drain cover. She groaned.
“Well, that was close,” Jioni said as she pushed the heavy lid back. She continued her search.
