Chapter Thirteen
Nightmare
He was still watching her, waiting for her to make the wrong move. In the dim shadows she could barely make out his form—the long black cape, the formal suit, the dark hat with the brim turned down so she couldn"t catch his feature. He was short in stature, not much taller than her, and portly. But he cut an imposing and terrifying figure.
A cabbie passed by, hurrying his horse along in the early morning hours, eager to get back to his own bed for a few hours of sleep before having to face another day. In that split second the cab hid her from the dark man"s view, she took the opportunity to duck into a nearby alley.
She knew this area of the city. Yet in the encroaching fog, and blinded by her heightening fear, she made mistakes, turning down paths that ende
