A Spark in the Shadows
It was a rundown, desolate part of the city, the sort of area that those holding office tried to forget about. The streets were slick with residue from the afternoon storms, puddles filling the potholes, trash washed into piles beside the storm drains. Light from the occasional unbroken streetlight created a false sense of security. The buildings were a combination of shabby apartments, defunct businesses, boarded up windows, and graffiti artwork. People made deals on street corners during the day and did far worse things in the shadows at night.
Just the sort of place a cop did not tread lightly.
Unless of course that cop happened to be Warden Brooks. He navigated the streets with his motorcycle like he belonged there, and to some degree he did. The people dwelli
