XI
The car followed Miri for two blocks. She clutched her purse closer and tried to think of what to do.
The Half Eight wasn’t known for crime, but it was known for its grit. Humans and elves both lived here, and so did the children that their marriages begat. The result was a diverse cultural district that was misunderstood by many who lived outside it. But crime did happen, especially given that it was an election year, and a lot of residents in the district were unhappy about the magic shortage.
Miri used a sideview mirror of a nearby parked car to check if the car was still behind her.
It was.
Its headlights reflected off the greasy puddles on the street.
Dark red and gray clouds moved over the city and threatened a storm. The skyscrapers were rain-slicked, holding the last light
