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Jana broke into a sprint, rounded a corner, and accidentally smashed into a teenager, knocking him to the ground. She stumbled but didn’t fall. “Sorry!” She charged across the intersection, knowing that if she didn’t get a clear line of sight, the Jamaican subject would be lost forever. Baker cleared the next block and ducked behind the corner of a building, panting like the bulls of Pamplona. Jana was in excellent shape, but the enormous anxiety took its toll as adrenaline surged throughout her body. She glanced around the corner and saw nothing. He was nowhere. People milled about, walking in and out of shops and sitting at outdoor cafes where the bright sun melted into them. The Jamaican’s clothing and hair made it easy for him to disappear into the sea of body piercings and dreadlo
