Months later, Kathrine Albet walked begrudgingly down the empty alley. She wore a leather jacket with its hood up. It was pouring, but Kathrine was less concerned with the rain than she was her failure to catch the man she was after.
"At least it isn't snowing again," Kathrine said to herself as she looked down the street.
Kathrine had come to a moderately sized town in Nebraska to track the man she was after. However, she was not prepared for the weather. On Tuesday it had been forty degrees and sunny, two days later it snowed four inches, the day after that it was twenty below zero and today, as if the weather had a sick sense of humor, it was again forty, but this time it was pouring. Kathrine knew that if she had been human, she would have a cold or possibly the flu by now. These sud
