The Evil Within

Dante. A light flickered on in an upstairs window of the apartment complex, splashing directly on the spot Liam hunched, hidden beside a dumpster. We both cursed. He ducked out of the square of light, moving further in behind the dumpster. Talk about a fucking shitty timing, because just then the club’s door flung open and the grou we’ve been tracking walked out. They chatted and laughed like any other group of friends on a night out in town. Heck, they even dressed the part. The men—if they deemed worthy of the title even—were dressed casually in ripped jeans and band t-shirts. The women with them wore tight-body-hugging dresses that shimmered under the blow glow of the nightclub’s sign. Jace nudged me, nodding toward them. I peered at him, nodding. He nodded in acknowledgement of my approval and carefully made his way to the side of the alley. I couldn’t see him anymore from where I crouched, but if he was following the plan, which no doubt he was, he was busy climbing the side of th