*Zac*
The bowling alley is an orchestra of sounds, from the thunderous crash of pins to the laughter and chatter of the crowd. I walk towards the lanes with Astrid by my side, our footsteps in sync.
I can’t help but think that even though we are different in so many ways… she being a human and me being... Well, not… we make a pretty good team..
We spot our target near the bar, a woman that has to be Laila Johnson. There is a certain vulnerability about her that makes my heightened senses sit up and take notice.
"Laila Johnson?" Astrid asks. The woman turns, surprise flashing in her eyes as she takes in our badges.
"Dahl and Levis, Unit one. We are investigating the prison transport ambush," I say, trying to keep my voice steady and reassuring. The woman looks like she might bolt a
