Chapter 17: Broken

NATHANIEL'S APARTMENT

POV DESMOND

I had to slow down as I got closer to his apartment complex. There were several people just wandering around in the street. I parked my car down the street and clicked the lock button several times. There were only a few streetlights that seemed to be working.

I pulled out my phone and tried calling Nathaniel one more time as I walked. I saw a tall, dark figure standing outside the alley.

"Nathaniel?" I called out, putting my phone away. The figure turned toward me. I felt relief washing through me. "Nathaniel, is everything ok…?" I stopped talking and slowed my pace when another dark figure appeared from the alley. The relief I had just felt turned into dread.

The two figures stepped into one of the working streetlights beams. I stopped walking. I realized too late where I recognized them from. They were on the evening news story, from Central Park.