Filthy sewage sloshed through the dim, crumbling alley.
Noah huddled behind a foul-smelling dumpster, his entire body shaking uncontrollably.
The loan shark's goons had chased him into a dead end. There was nowhere left to run.
He'd spent the last few bucks to his name on a pack of cheap cigarettes.
Hunger made his head spin, and his vision blurred at the edges.
Then his eyes landed on a moldy, stale loaf of bread lying beside the dumpster.
He swallowed hard, snatched it up, and shoved it straight into his mouth.
Just then, a rich, smoky aroma drifted over from a roadside diner nearby.
That unmistakable scent could only come from "Bennett's Secret Recipe" chili sauce.
The familiar aroma stung his nose, shooting straight up into his sinuses.
Thud!
The goons had finally caught up
