Chapter 9
He walked and walked, welcoming the cool air as it cleared his mind.
He must have walked for blocks when, to his surprise, he saw Nix Taggert, one of the most notorious gang leaders in the city. Lathe watched as he stood there wrapped in his fur coat leaning against a crumbling wall filled with graffiti. With the finger of his right hand he felt the cracks and the pits made by so many seasons of hail and rain, but today, like the sidewalk weeds, they were dry. When Nix turned suddenly and saw his worst enemy, Lathe’s left hand tightened around his weapon, prepared to whip it out.
“Well, if it ain’t the monster that haunts my dreams,” Nix said. “The creature that lurks under my bed and hangs around the dark corners of my closet. I heard about what you did to Snakehead, so stay
