CHAPTER EIGHTEENKISSERA STOPPED AT her lair to change. The evening’s event required sturdy clothes that she wouldn't mind getting bloody. Charouth's text said to meet in the no man's land on the Brooklyn/Queens border. While the incident in midtown revitalized most of both boroughs, Newtown Creek remained the same. Abandoned warehouses crowded the shorelines. Toxic sludge turned the water a disturbing neon green. Kissera touched down on the only spot free of rusted debris. Over-sized rats scattered at her intrusion. Damn, when Charouth said out-of-the-way, she meant it. With the waste treatment plant at her back, Kissera walked past a handful of shady auto body shops and a public storage place. She felt eyes on her, but saw no one. Whoever was out there wouldn't bother her. Nothing legal c
