Miso walked out of the hospital with a stiff spine and a racing heart. She did not show it on her face, but after hearing that both Noah and Melvin had disappeared without leaving a trace she felt the cold weight of panic settle in her stomach.
Chicago's night air hit her face. Cold. Smelling faintly of rain and smoke. The sky was a dark blanket and the streetlights glowed like tired sentries watching people rush past each other without knowing the storm that was about to hit the city.
Miso grabbed her bike, threw a leg over it and rode straight toward the one place she hoped could help her even if that help came with a price. The Chicago Police Department.
