"Stop thief!" Cried another man rushing past. Soon the seeming dead street was alive with men chasing after the thief. Only a few minutes passed when Jim saw two blue clad policemen hauling the grizzled thief back by his collar. The alley was as dead again as it had been only a few minutes before.
Jim Harris pulled his coat tightly around him to shield him from the cold rain that was driving its needles through his cotton shirt. He walked down the dark street till he reached a quiet building. There was one window on the second that an erie green light filtered through.
"This is it!" Jim thought heaving a bug sigh then knocking hard on the rough wooden door.
To be continued...
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