Fantine

The sound of the truck engine was low as I sat in the middle seat between Riley and Silas, and I kept my eyes fixed on the narrow roads while we drove deep into the lower city district under the cover of night. I reached out my left hand to touch the dashboard, pointing toward a small gap between two brick buildings where an old service alley opened up away from the main street.

"Turn left into this next alleyway, Riley, because the street lights are broken on this block and Dante's patrol cars do not check this side back road," I said, leaning closer to the front glass...