Sharon’s POV

I didn’t expect to run into anyone in the alley, let alone Douglas. The narrow passageway between two old brick buildings was dimly lit, the only source of light being a flickering street lamp at the end of the block. I had been moving quickly, almost running, my breath coming in short, panicked gasps. I wasn’t sure if the men from the bar were still following me, but I didn’t want to stick around to find out.

"Sharon?" he ...