The Goddamn Trail
Julian
I hate this f*****g city.
The air smelled like wet dog, sour ale, and absolute horseshit. I wiped the sweat from my forehead with the back of my hand, my boots clicking against the uneven cobblestones of the lower district.
Darius was acting like a rabid animal, and it was starting to rub off on me. ‘Find her, Julian. Don't f**k it up, Julian.’
"f**k off, Darius," I muttered to the empty alleyway.
I’d spent the last six hours talking to every low-life snitch, every desperate drunk, and every two-bit thief between the docks and the main square.
Nobody had seen a masked woman. Or, if they had, they were too scared to admit it.
I leaned against a damp brick wall, pulled a pack of smokes from my jacket, and lit one. The smoke curled into the gray sky. My head w
