Chapter Sixteen
When I reached the ground floor of Recca's building and pointed my nose out the door, I saw skies filled with roiling clouds of dark gray. The trees along the avenue were leaning to the right, their leaves turned upside down and flailing, clinging desperately to their stems to remain attached. A roll of thunder shook the air, and I felt it in the healing flesh of my wound. All around me, smartphones blared with a siren-like scream.
"Yup, tornado watch," someone said.
Pedestrians were rushing to get indoors. A sheet of newspaper spun in Red Baron spirals above the cars in the street outside. A trash can on the other side of the avenue had blown over, and dozens of paper cups were skipping up the sidewalk like inmates making a break for it. Big, fat drops began to splash o
