Are you sure? He asked, trying to keep the tremor out of his voice.
Absolutely.
My brother-in-law works for the police.
Rufus shrugged.
He says the lunatic has already caused trouble.
Beat up some guy in a bar on Lexington Avenue.
Malik stared into his coffee cup, but saw something else entirely.
A barrel of chemicals, Jamal’s crazed eyes, the unbearable pain of acid burning his skin.
10 years had passed, but the memories had not faded.
The rest of the shift passed in a fog.
Malik mechanically performed his duties, but his thoughts were far away.
What if Mad Dog saw him? Would he recognize him? And then what? His entire world, built over the years, could collapse in an instant.
When his shift ended, Malik decided to change his usual route home.
Instead of walking past Shania’s house, he chose a longer route through narrow alleys and courtyards.
