Something Out There
“Judy, I think there’s something out there.”
“You were just complaining how you couldn’t see anything, Slick.”
This was true. It was a foggy night out in the Canal District. Damn foggy. On the lookout for a boat of illicit goods, they could hardly even see the piers across the street. That way for hours. But still…
“I mean it.” Nick craned his neck, following something move in the fog past their cruiser. “I saw something.”
Judy glanced at the rear-view mirror, then quickly over her shoulder. Fog behind them, but also something…
“Let’s… call it a night.”
“Sounds good to me,” said Nick, relaxing back in his seat as Judy started the engine up. He chanced a look out his window and felt a hand close tight around his heart. A scratch ran across his side mirror, clean and deep. It cut his reflection’s head off at the neck.