Chapter 68

March 28, 2013

Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

Sergeant Marisol Sanchez turned the corner onto the Carnal-val fairway, and the scents of beer and sweaty excitement hit her square in the face.

She moved through the crush of revelers, following the draw of something unfathomable and scary and nameless. Five minutes of shoving past drunken, scantily dressed Carnal-val frolickers brought her to an alley leading away from the main fairway into a much quieter, darker area.

Her feet carried her to the entrance of a single black tent. A simple structure, it didn't have a sign indicating what was inside; no flashing lights or blaring music. While that wasn't reason for her instincts to rear up, there was something about the place she couldn't tie down.

She quirked an eyebrow and drew a long, slow breath.

Where are you, Haven?