The shower Silvana took in Bruce's house was thrilling. She sensually slid the bar of soap over her luscious skin, and the entire time, locked in the bathroom beside Bruce's room, Silvana felt this hammering in her chest, as if she was seeing into the future, where she and Bruce lived together, married and happy.
Silvana dried off and applied makeup from her handbag while peering at Bruce's investigation board. It was clippings from newspapers and articles of murderers and other evil people from the city's history; chief among them, the Axeman from the red lightning that Bruce had saved Silvana from. Across the old sepia photo of the Axeman was a large red X made by a marker on the desk.
“He must be hunting evil spirits," she thought.
“That must be why he was training to become the Al
