Gabe
“That one,” Gabe pointed down an alley at a hooded man following behind a woman in a dress.
“Are you kidding me?!” Raith sounded surprised. “He’s probably just going to steal her purse. That’s hardly worth—”
They both her the cry of the woman’s struggle in the darkness.
“Go get him,” Gabe growled at Raith. “Or the deal is off.”
Raith huffed out an irritated sigh and headed down the alley behind the man. They drove four hours to get this close to an entrance into the district. It was the closest one Gabe and Raith knew of.
It was still dark out for the early morning, but the earlier they made it into the District, the more time they had to find Manic.
Within a minute, Gabe could hear the pounding of skin, a woman’s shrieks, and heels rapidly hitting pavemen
