Spy Eyes

Rita heard a car door. She glanced out the window and saw a muscled man wearing a black T-shirt jump out of an unfamiliar car. The car drove off. The man walked over to another car, a Jeep that appeared to be waiting for him. He made a transaction with the driver, a woman with long fingernails. She drove off and the man vanished between two buildings, his tanned bare ankle visible as he stepped away.

Rita's father was a detective but left the family when she was two. She had inherited his eyes. Detective eyes. She couldn't shut them off. She even dreamed with spy-eyes. Wherever she went she could see things others did not see. She felt like a dog who hears and smells things that humans always miss.