Michael watched as Silas stepped out of the bar. He looked a little unsteady. He must have been really drunk, but Michael had never seen him physically off balance by liquor alone.
As Silas walked from the bar, Michael slipped from the alley to fall in behind him, keeping close to the shadows.
It was late, or rather, early morning and the streets were deserted. Michael had to stay quite a way back to avoid being noticed. He knew Silas had a keen sense of hearing. All his senses were heightened, like a predator.
But Michael was no stranger to living on the streets; he had lived for years with his brother long before Father Deluca had taken him under his wing. When you are dodging street gangs, d**g dealers, and those that had other… appetites, you learn how to stay out of sight.
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