Unconsciously, Harry sought the sensation of his trusty companion tucked against back. The semi-automatic was like another appendage.

Emotions clouded his judgment and made the tightrope of deception more dangerous.

The door slid towards them like a freight train. One huge leap and they were clear with inches to spare. Icy water filled her white, leather sneakers and seeped into her denim jeans like kerosene rising in a wick.

Evil humans were afoot.

If the old lady were fifty years younger, she would deck her.

Hearts are healed by the sea.

The emotional rollercoaster she was riding was taking another downhill run.

His steely stare turned her knees to jelly, exposing her feigned bravado.

A lone, dark-skinned foreigner would raise a red flag. The cops would never admit to racial profiling, but it is real in this lily-white neighborhood.