“Connor, stop!”He didn’t, of course. Instead, he darted into a narrow alley that ran alongside the restaurant. Kat followed, sprinting as fast as her tired and aching legs would allow. Deep in the alleyway, they passed a back entrance to Maison D’Avignon and skirted by a row of trash cans. Connor knocked one of the lids onto the ground as he passed. Kat hopped over it and kept on running.They emerged behind the restaurant, feet crunching over a gravel parking lot, before racing into another, smaller alley. Kat’s shoulders brushed the damp concrete walls as she kept pace with Connor. Then they burst out of the alley and sprinted across the side street located just beyond it.A house sat on the other side of the road. Rather than following the sidewalk, Connor ran up the driveway, around the house, and into the backyard.It was dark back there. Darker than the alleyway, which contained at least a little bit of light from the street. The yard, on the other hand, was pitch-black, making it hard to keep sight of Connor and his black trench coat.
