CHAPTER 62––––––––
Mara cringed as the metal bay door at the back of the elevator’s observation deck clattered closed with a thud. She had hoped to get out of here without drawing the attention of the creature perched on its roof.
Ping turned to go back the way they came. Mara grabbed his arm, pulled him in the opposite direction. She pointed down the walkway in front of the promenade and began jogging. Ping glanced to his left, past the wrought iron into the blackened open drop-off of the bluff. He could barely make out the railroad tracks below, running parallel and a block closer to them than Main Street. From this vantage point, he could see lights streaking and reflecting off low clouds, but buildings blocked a direct view of their source on the bridge.
“Where are we going?” He loo
