Chapter Four
I slam the door shut behind me, then double and triple check the locks the same way I have been every night since the cage fights. I'm not sure what I expected from them, but I didn't think they'd hit me this hard. No matter what I do, I can't get the images out of my mind. Instead of increasing my resolve to do my job and find a way to bring the City Of Blood down, it's only distracting me.
With the new latch I bought firmly in place, I turn back to my small apartment. Loneliness creeps over me. There's no one who will cry out for me if I die.
"Hello?" I call out, the same as I do every time I come home.
"In the kitchen," a familiar voice answers.
Great. Just what I need. The one day I really hoped there wouldn't be anyone waiting, there is. Probably on the back of what
