Chapter One
My head pounds, thoughts won’t fully form. Somewhere at the back of my mind, a siren wails, a call to leave this place. Feet are weighted-down, stumbling through the concrete. Dragged down by the weight of my past, the choices I made. The death that always follows me.
I breathe, and my throat tightens, smoke and fumes constricting my chest. The clouds of debris swirl and eddy, mocking me, blocking my vision. I cough and my stomach threatens to empty onto the curb. My pant legs are white, covered in dust. My body aches, though I can’t remember why.
I stagger forward. Can’t remember what I’m doing here.
Came for Someone. A killer. Maybe me.
No. Sarah wouldn’t like that. I’m a family man, an ex-cop. A good one.
Sarah.
Thoughts of my family surface through the fog and I feel
