Kaine climbed the fire escape to his apartment building as the first rays of dawn painted the sky pink and gold. His clothes were torn from the chase, his jacket shredded where Chad's claws had found their mark during one particularly close encounter. Marcus followed silently behind him, the ghoul's pale eyes reflecting the morning light like mirrors.
They'd spent the entire night tracking tChad through the industrial district, only to lose him when the wight pulled that blood magic trick near the railroad yard. Three hours of additional search for the X and O killer—no trace, no scent, no sign of where the psycho killer had gone to ground.
Kaine was exhausted, frustrated, and looking forward to a hot shower and a few hours of sleep before he had to deal with the world again.
That plan died the moment he reached his floor and saw Rebecca waiting by his door.
