Flashing him a final smile before turning away and heading in the direction of her car, she removed her gun from her waist and held onto it loosely as she walked, eventually placing it into the glove compartment until she got back home where she could stow it away safely.
As soon as she was settled in the driver's seat, checking her rearview mirror to see the Impala sitting there waiting and turning the key to start the engine, Heather caught a sudden whiff of cologne from inside the car. Her father had used this car faithfully, and he'd only been dead a few months, so it stood to reason that every now and then his familiar scent would waft through the interior of the vehicle. Most times, though, it upset her and gave her a sick feeling in her stomach. Right now, in this moment and with her pleasant frame of mind, it actually provided a sense of comfort.
Smiling to herself, she pressed the gas and pulled away from the hotel.