[ WP ] Write the third episode of non-existant series . Make us curious about what happened before episode 3 , and what happens after .

What was left of the house was now being picked at by the police. From here she saw the shapes of black uniforms and white forensic suits rummaging around the ashes. Cleo could n't help but think of them like the birds. Hopping through the dirt till something shiny caught their eye. 
 
 She shivered and pulled her coat tighter, unable to stop herself thinking about cats next. They always caught the birds in the end, did n't they? 
 
 She wearily walked towards the coffee shop. Her phone was still firmly nestled in the top of her sock and she vowed to thank her grandmother for footwear with such severe elastic. But even when she was safely sat in the corner of the coffee shop, warming her hands on the warm mug, she did n't reach for it. 
 
 Even if she wanted to watch the recording again she could n't. The battery had died after her last call. But that was n't the reason. The hair on her neck slowly raised and she felt the unmistakable sensation of being watched. 
 
 She carefully looked around. People passed the window, some looking in, some away. The queue at the counter was slow as the new assistant was talked through each order by the manager. Each person glancing up from ther phone before looking down again. Two women at another table whispered to each other. The man by himself started typing at his laptop. But all three could easily see her from their positions. Everyone acting normal, yet her feeling of being inspected grew worse. 
 
 She edged up from her seat and carefully walked out. Keeping to the main road she quickly walked back towards the destroyed house. Sure she had n't enjoyed talking to the Inspector, either time, but at least she'd feel safer there. Lots of people, few strangers, they'd help her get somewhere safe... right? 
 
 She drew closer to the crime tape that was now fluttering in the wind and found herself slowing down. Was it a good idea to go back? If they, whoever it was, were watching... would n't that tip them off? Maybe it was best if she just acted normal. Go home and forget about it all. 
 
 Her car suddenly came into view. She had almost forgotten she had parked on this side of the road, and with all the police vans crowding the street it had been hidden from sight till she was almost next to it. She turned and ignored the people crowding around both sides of the tapped area. She quickly pulled out her keys without thinking twice and gave a sigh at the idea of driving away. But the sigh caught in her mouth as her eyes settled on her windshield. 
 
 Carefully tucked under the wiper, the one side of her cars windscreen had been covered in damp hamburger wrappers. All of them twisted into long paper spirals. 
 
 She knew what it meant. It was a warning. The cat had found the right bird after all.
