And Then There Was Erika
I’d been looking for her three nights straight before I saw her again beneath the lights outside the Nocturne.
Rain hammered the boulevard hard enough to turn the streets into black glass. The whole city smelled like gasoline, wet concrete, and somebody else’s bad decisions.
Then she laughed.
You spend enough time in Westfall Babylon and you forget certain things still exist. Honest smiles. Luck. Beautiful women who haven’t learned to fear the city yet.
Then Erika turned toward me beneath all that red neon and for one second my heart jumped like I was twenty years younger and stupid enough to believe somebody still gets a happy ending in this place.
That was my first mistake.