It wasn’t until three days later that Jack was finally able to put the random incidents of late together to form some sort of picture; if a deeply disturbing one.
He and Callum had dined out and were on their way back to Callum’s place. Walking, discussing the latest episode of their favorite show, enjoying the cool night air and each other’s company.
It was Callum who suddenly stilled. Jack looked at him, but didn’t ask what was going on. Callum had clearly heard something, he concentrated on a sound too faint for Jack’s ears. When he had listened enough, he tightened his hold around Jack’s waist and resumed walking, albeit at a quicker pace.
“What was it?” Jack wanted to know.
“Just some sewer rats, I guess. There’s a well-known spot they hang out at not far from here.”
“But they’re
