Chapter 31
Only when pavement tore into my pads and the metallic bite of blood wafted upward did I return to reality. I was on a deadline, not running for the sake of running. Rather than fleeing the hate in my twin’s eyes, I should have found a phone, called Justice, and drawn the threads of our tattered family in.
Too late now. Or was it? The alley I passed through smelled of a familiar blend of pine needles and spilled oil. If I wasn’t much mistaken, I’d traveled this way while fleeing from Slim the previous night. Which meant....
A one-minute detour led me to that same empty doghouse inside which Slim’s cell phone waited. I slid out of my pelt, powered up the device, then placed a call.
The connection rang and rang and rang without answer. I was soaked in sweat, yet still I shivere
