Chapter 254. In Cold Blood

Sweat drips from my forehead into my eyes as I run through the streets, in too much of a hurry to even consider finding a car or waiting for someone to come and pick me up. Traffic would only slow me down, and I can’t afford to lose a single second.

My heart beats so fast that my chest hurts. My legs grow weak as I try to push forward, shoving away the worst case scenarios in my head. I force my lungs to take in as much air as possible because I certainly need it.

More than that, I need to be able to focus. I can’t risk making a single mistake. 

The streets are empty, proving everyone that says that New York City never sleeps wrong.

I round a corner and see my final destination–but I’m too late.

The air is thick with the smell of gunpowder and blood. Several bodies litter the ground. I step over them, afraid to look down in case I recognize some of them. 

I can guarantee the person I’m looking for doesn’t lie among them.

So