Chapter 3 : New Friends
R. John Quisenberry

Several nights later, in another part of town, a shadow hung over an alley. A black ceramic blade caressed a pale, slender throat at the sealed end of the alley. Just as flowered fabric was torn from silky flesh, the shadow leaped over the place the man stood. The ceramic knife fell to the ground, … Continue reading Chapter 3 : New Friends
R. John Quisenberry