The cold rain felt like daggers penetrating Kylie Summer's skin. She tried to escape its torrent, but the drops kept chasing her, even as she retreated under the awning of the brick-fronted restaurant.
    She pounded on the glass door again, desperate to get out of the storm. "Hello?"
    The red neon sign above read The Revolutionary Grill. Yes, this was the place where her brother instructed her to come to hide out. So where was Nate Richardson, her brother's best friend and the restaurant's owner? She shielded her eyes from the overhead streetlight and peered through the door. Inside, the place looked dead. Lights out, chairs on tables, staff gone.