As he walked toward it, he kept wondering what in the hell that article had to do with anything. He knew it was important but it didn't make any sense. Whatever beast was captured in those pictures was long dead. But clearly it meant something to the good doctor. Maybe it would mean something to Gina. A couple, arm in arm, passed him. Chaney nodded, hands in pockets, and continued strolling. He passed a group of older guys playing basketball, engaged in trash talk. He laughed, remembering the days. The city was slowly coming alive with those who tended to wake up at night, like vampires. Already, in the few minutes he'd been walking, it had grown more congested. Not bustling by any means, but not as dead as it had been in late afternoon. Two guys off to the side were doing what appeared to be a drug deal. Chaney glanced at them, grunted, let it go. The pieces were beginning to fit together—the creature, the killing team, the betrayal.
