Chapter 11 : Breadcrumbs

Jévon's POV The subway was oddly packed for 10:20 AM on a southbound F7. For later mornings, like today, crowds tended to be thin if not complete dead zones, ghouls included. They must have been leftovers from last night's football game, I reasoned, scooting over so an elderly satyress could sit. The city had nearly gone into a riot over our first win of the season, both cryptids and humans alike had flooded every bar within a fifty-mile radius after I'd gotten Veronica home. Which meant my shift as protector of this city didn't end until nearly three hours ago. Not counting Ronnie's predicament, I stopped a total of fifteen robberies, four attempted rapes, seven would-be kidnappings, an odd case of soul entrapment thanks to a possessed Chinese finger trap, and one case of a lost little girl whom I highly suspected was a Wilder playing a prank on me. But the city was safe for the most part, and the news was quick to point out my appearance stopping the various crimes. "