Last man standing

The street was silent when the convoy of patrol cars rolled to a stop. Their tires crunched against gravel, headlights cutting through the narrow alleyway like blades. Julian climbed out of the car first, his breathing uneven, his clothes rumpled from hours of panic.

Ares and Tessa stepped out behind him, each weighed down by exhaustion and dread, while Richard stood beside the officers, pointing toward a dimly lit warehouse at the far end of the street.

“This is the ...