A Murder in the Suburbs
On nights this dark, nobody is safe. A howling wind tore through the city, raising dust and dirt to cover everything. It was a clear night, but only a sliver of the moon remained. Streetlights provided the only reliable illumination. In this particular suburb, on this particular night, all was quiet save for the incessant wind. No footsteps. No warning. Out of the shadows a figure formed. It curled up against a partic...