Chapter 78

Chapter 78

He didn't know why. The nagging and ominous feeling that something wasn't right. A shadow hiding in the alley, behind the dumpster, waiting to pounce. Lurking. The ringing in his ears was now hissing a minor fifth. His skin was cold. Why? What is this? What am I supposed to know?

Settle down, relax. Loosen the traps, wiggle your fingers. Take a deep breath. Look around.

A car backfired on the downshift as Willie Nelson's 'Blue Skies' floated from an open window. The latter was so refreshing he didn't even blink at the internal combustion. Funny how the smallest things can set you off.

Better now, he thought. Keep it that way.