The car circled slowly through the rain-soaked streets, windshield wipers moving back and forth in a steady rhythm. Water streaked across the glass, blurring the city lights into long, trembling lines. Neon signs reflected on the wet asphalt, stretching and breaking under the endless downpour. The sky was a deep, heavy grey, covering stars and the moon.
Micah leaned forward in his seat, one hand braced against the window, eyes searching desperately through the rain. His heart was beating too fast. Every passing shadow made him tense, every figure on the sidewalk made him lean closer.
"Slow down," he urged hoarsely. "Look carefully."
The bodyguard nodded and drove at a cautious pace, scanning both sides of the street.
Rain hammered against the roof of the car, loud and relentless. The streetlights flickered through the curtain of water, revealing empty bus stops, closed shops, and puddles that rippled under the heavy drops.
