He tapped a small black device on his belt. Casey’s heart plummeted. He looked toward the exit, but the heavy steel doors were bolted from the outside.
Casey didn't wait for "one." He spun on his heel and bolted toward the back of the alley, his sneakers squeaking against the wax. Behind him, he heard the heavy, rhythmic thud of Strak’s boots—a predator who knew the prey had nowhere left to go. Run Away, Scene 2 - Casey Flip, Johnathan Strak...
"Vancouver is lovely this time of year," Strak mused. "But there's a problem, Casey. The board members you mentioned? They don't like loose threads. And you, my friend, are a very frayed piece of silk." He tapped a small black device on his belt
The fluorescent lights of the deserted bowling alley hummed with a low-frequency dread. Casey Flip leaned against a chipped ball return, his fingers tracing the jagged edge of a neon-pink 12-pounder. He wasn’t there for a game; he was waiting for the one man who could either get him out of the state or put him in the ground. Casey didn't wait for "one