Adam was walking through a neighborhood that seemed to shimmer as if in a dream.
He looked around, his wild imagination showing him violently graphitized neighborhoods that had ugly hoods of every kind peeking out of shadows, around corners, all with knives, guns, and all looking to kill Eddie Scarlett. Even in his sleep, a spear of icy fear slivered down his spine, and he lunged up from his bed in a cold sweat.
He jumped up and began pacing, determined not to go to sleep again, so he forced himself to stay awake by remaining glued to the TV news to catch any kind of word regarding the United Nations Building—but nothing.
He couldn’t stay still, he just couldn’t. He had to find out what he could about Eddie, so he went to the precinct and began asking questions to anyone who would talk
