Chapter 2: Déjà Vu
Gavin
Matthew’s movements seemed buoyant even with the solidity of his strides. The footsteps behind them varied as people turned on and off from side streets.
Halfway home, foot traffic thinned to a trickle, and a streetlamp ahead of them winked out. The alley behind it lay pitch black.
Likely, the timing was coincidental. Lights went out, and odds were someone would be around to see it when it happened. Just because Gavin and Matthew were the people to see this one shine its last lumen didn’t mean there was anything nefarious about the timing.
But a persistent feeling of déjà vu nagged at Gavin, and he brought them to a stop. “I don’t like this.”
“You know”—Matthew sounded droll—”if somebody with the ability to turn off a single streetlamp at will is after us, th
