A gray van drove up a street in Brooklyn lined with buildings that were no more than three or four stories tall, making its way toward the sinking sun. The only car on the road, unless you counted those that were parked on each curb. Traffic should have been flowing at a steady rate, but the city looked deserted. The only thing missing was a plastic bag blowing in the wind.
Anna stepped out from the arch-shaped entrance of a*****e.
She wore a pair of denim shorts, a black t-shirt with the Batman logo, and a cap that did very little to keep the sun out of her eyes. Instinctively, she reached for the pistol that should have been holstered on her hip, but wasn"t. They had come without weapons. Jena said the point was to be inconspicuous.
Anna bit her lip, looking down at the sidewalk. She
