NINE
GARBAGE CANS and stray cats littered about the dark city alley, Steve Arkin dropped down silently. Marching around the corner, he claimed a spot in front of the entrance to the Majestic Cinema. Gazing at the gathered patrons and as nervous as a schoolboy, but she was nowhere in sight. He felt powerless, momentarily, because he wanted so much more of her, like the rest of them, like any other man. She was indescribable with some kind of internal magic force that worked on his brain like an addiction.
“Boo.” Above his hair, Pandora's bare foot flicked at the top of his head. She floated like a ballerina, descending swiftly to face him in the parting sea of bedazzled moviegoers. Onlookers reached for their cell phones to video the two Supernaturals together.
“Subtle,” said Steve, unab
