CHAPTER NINE
He'd always thought the French Quarter during the day was this charming, almost quaint place. But then the night came and it became a dark and brooding place, as if the area were possessed by a demon that lugged only darkness behind it.
That's why he preferred to hunt at night. He liked moving in the darkness. He liked the feeling that no one could really see him. In a city where it was a staple for women to show their t**s for some stupid beads, people like him often went unseen. He thought it was the work of that demon, making sure the darker things went unseen.
He was on the hunt, looking for someone that looked like HER. They wouldn’t look exactly like her, but a close resemblance would do.
He saw a young woman, walking with two others. She might do. The hair was the s
