As I maneuvered through the crowd I could hear Bran swearing behind me, but his voice faded with time and distance. I hopped the first streetcar that came my way, pushing my way through a posse of chattering teens to grab a seat near the back. I’d always been a fan of the Red Rocket and used it as much as possible. The cost of gas and downtown parking helped keep my driving down to a minimum, thank you very much. I glanced behind me as we lurched forward, grabbing the plastic seat next to me for support. Sure enough, I had lost Brandon in the crowd. I huffed when we slid to another stop, the back doors opening to let off another gaggle of chattering kids. There was something reassuring about the streetcar’s rocking motion and it helped tune down my overwhelmed senses. It wasn’t too often that I was at a murder scene and never that of a fellow Felis. Usually I dealt with runaway teens and adultery accusations with a few background searches tossed in. It wasn’t glamorous but it paid the bills.
