CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND NINETY ONE - What Price For Justice In The Dark

Cutting through a backyard, she vaulted a low fence, her shoes sinking into the soft earth. The familiar scent of freshly mowed grass filled her nostrils, and for a moment, Nia was transported back to her childhood, running carefree through her own neighborhood. But the illusion was shattered as the sounds of her pursuers grew closer, their shouts and the pounding of their boots on the ground a stark reminder of the reality she now faced. Nia pushed on, her lungs burning as she darted between houses, her eyes scanning the darkness for any sign of escape. But the more she ran, the more she realized that this entire neighborhood had been carefully prepared for this moment. The alleyways she tried to navigate were blocked, the backyards fenced off with high walls. It was as if Morrow's people had anticipated their every move, trapping her in a veritable maze of dead ends and obstructions. Nia felt a surge of desperation as she found herself cornered in a narrow alley, the shadowy figu