CHAPTER 2
SONIASonia knew she made a mistake. The atmosphere grew still, the underlying tension just waiting to explode.
She kept to the path, walking swiftly as she scanned the bushes for trouble. Weak lamps created dots of illumination, brief islands of safety from the advancing darkness.
Walk with purpose. Act like you belong. That was the number one tip to avoiding trouble.
She forced her shoulders to relax and eased her grip on her bag, focusing on the impression she wanted to project. She was in a hurry, but she wasn’t scared. Don’t mess with her. There were easier targets.
It didn’t work.
A tall figure stepped onto the path, just outside the bubble of lamplight.
Sonia spun around, ready to run.
Two more emerged, flanking her.
Three against one.
Not that Sonia was a fighter
