Greg's POV
“Kill the Mayor, huh?” I chuckled, shaking my head. “I am no one's errand boy. No one!”
The cool night air stung my face as I hurried through the shadowy tunnel. My boots hit the ground hard, the sound echoing in the tight space. The city above buzzed with life, but down here, it was just me and the sound of my heavy breathing.
Just then, the earpiece crackled in my ear, the voice of one of the police supervisors cutting through the static.
“Greg, stop running. Come back to the station. You know we’ll find you.”
I gritted my teeth, pulling the earpiece out and crushing it under my heel. “Big mistake letting me out,” I muttered to myself, the anger boiling in my chest.
My phone buzzed in my pocket as I ran. I answered it quickly, the familiar voice of Larry bringing a sense
