Dead End
On the positive side

βOn the positive side, it canβt get worse.β
My glare stilled Martaβs tongue. βIt can always get worse. Keep running.β
Cops behind, mob ahead. I hated undercover assignments.
The alley dead ended. Officers, guns drawn, advanced.
Marta morphed into a golden dragon. Cover blown, I stoked my fire and roared.


