This part of the city was so poorly kept Rain was amazed it had pavement at all. It was obvious Jaron had a destination in mind. The sky was darkening overhead as another day came to a close. Jaron parked the car in a seedy back alley and faced her. "Ring any bells?" he asked. Rain didn't answer. For most of their trip Jaron had regaled her with prison exploits. She could see why he was so hard. A lost lonely little boy in jail surrounded by hardened killers. How sad…at least it would be if she believed he hadn't murdered her mother. After witnessing the fire and her kidnapping, she didn't believe he was innocent for a second. No doubt Carver would be close by. "Cat got your tongue?" Jaron asked, smirking at her. Jaron got out of the car. He yanked Rain to his chest when he opened her door. For a moment she met his cruel gaze before looking away. There was garbage in the alley, spilling from containers. The air smelled rancid. Rats were climbing over cardboard and she shivered. "Home sweet home," Jaron said and pulled her along.
