Dead End

On the positive side

“On the positive side, it can’t get worse.”

My glare stilled Marta’s tongue. “It can always get worse. Keep running.”

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.

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