It rains.
I look behind me, running through the tight alleyway of two large buildings. I expect to see him at any point, but I don't. I stop and try and slow my breathing, seeing if I hear anything. I have been running for a while now following Dolly's directions.
Heartbeats fly by as I listen.
I hear distant yelling and random commotions coming from the building next to me, but no close footfalls. Is he not following me then? I thought for sure he would have caught up to me. I don't trust it.
"Dolly," I breathe.
"No sign of lover boy."
I look left then to the right, the night air feeling alive. "Jules didn't just go back into the bar after being kneed in the balls, Dolly. Where is he? I need a visual." Jules will be livid; this man is not going to let this slide. I am surprised he d
