Chapter 36

“Do you still have a certain fetish with high places or do you just do this thing to show up? “questioned a voice in a tone of reprimand.

Giving a weak smile, Rob turned to look, finding Detective Mark standing against the door as he led to the floors below the police department. The individual consisted of being as he still remembered the first time; Hair as they mixed in black and gray strands, quite bald on the sides. Black eyes as they thought. Lips as they usually bowed in cruel smiles. A mustache as it already consisted of being almost totally taken by the white threads by old age. And a common expression of constipation. It is clear how Rob would never feel at ease in the presence of that individual, for reasons such as from the moment he considered The Night Watcher the worst invention in Detroit, until the fact that Rob had already done for his lineage.

Mark, as well as most of the workers of common services and provided to the population of that ruined city, ha