Chapter 114: THE KILL

Carly Hawkins darted down the half-dozen stairs in front of her apartment building for her evening walk that usually turned into a jog. When the chilly wind whipped around her, she admitted she wasn't looking forward to another winter. She jiggled in place while trying to zip her hoodie, then set off down the street knowing she'd be sweating in a few minutes.

She loved her jogs, because in the mornings, it was peaceful on the streets of New York. Except for a handful of drunks sleeping off the aftereffects of overindulging, the streets and sidewalks were relatively free of people, exhaust fumes, and those shouting obscenities. Although New York was known as the city that never sleeps, her neighborhood was the exception. The evenings though were much busier.