Hunted
The movie lets out a little before midnight. The small shops, odd boutiques, and quaint restaurants that line Richmond’s Carytown district have closed, leaving behind an empty street through which the wind whistles as it rustles through trash that lines the gutters. A small crowd exits Carytown’s vintage movie palace, the Byrd Theatre, which had played a late show and now locks its doors against the wintry wind. Hartley Smith takes his sister’s elbow and leads her away from the theatre down Cary Street, away from the crowd. It’s late. Not even the bums are out, begging for change on the street corner.
Giselle wraps a small hand over her brother’s warm fingers and turns slightly to smile at him. She angles her head to avoid hitting him with the large rack of antlers spread out abov
