Chasing Murk

“ Camilla, accelerate up — we’ve lost him again! ” cried Faye as we burst out of the worsening storehouse and into the maze of aft alleys. I slightly had time to catch my breath before I heard the distant thud of rushed steps echoing off graffiti-stained slipup walls.

“ Hold on, Faye — I’m right behind you, ” I replied, my heart thundering in my ears as I dashed after her. The megacity’s nightly palpitation was in full swing neon signs flitted aimlessly over, ...