Kurtis hardened his resolve as he
shut the door to his cruiser. It had been a year, the bitch SHOULD be
dead by now, but he also knew she was far from human. He had
witnessed firsthand what she was capable of when she had eaten his
partner in front of him.
Kurtis walked down the alleyway
toward the cluster of abandoned buildings that made up most of the
slums. To the observer, if there was anyone crazy enough to glance
out a grimy or broken window at that moment, he was a regular cop,
doing a