It was the cold feeling of being followed that I hadn't felt since that kidnapping case on the train where I was greeted with a loaded weapon. This time, I had one myself, but how can you defend yourself from someone you can't see?

Pitch black except the few lights so I could navigate my way. I could feel him... I could feel him... chasing me...

I rushed around a corner and up a ramp, running as silently as I could. No time to look down and around. My thoughts ran faster than my legs, but my heart was racing even faster. If only my lungs were working as fast. It was getting hard to breathe. Too hard...

I rushed down another ramp, rounded another corner, and looked behind me, catching my breath.

"Damn. Where is he...?!"

Eyes strained, but saw nothing. I rested a few more seconds and turned around to find a gun pressed against my chest. I looked up. A smirk with slightly crooked teeth. A short laugh. I felt like the gun pressed even deeper. My insides churned...

I watched as the finger rested on the trigger, ready to fire. My gun was at my side, and it would have been too slow... if only...!

"Goodbye, Detective James Hamish."

The trigger. Darkness. I staggered back.