Ethan

Ethan’s boots slapped against the rain-slicked asphalt, each footstep a lonely drumbeat in the cavernous alleys. The downpour hammered at his skin, a numbing cold he barely registered. Riley. Just the thought of his sister, his sun swallowed by a world gone gray, twisted his gut. Gone. And he knew who’d taken her. That freak the locals whispered about, the one the cops would just screw things up with. Ethan would handle this himself. He'd seen him before, the face burned into his memory

The wind clawed at the hood of his leather jacket, but Ethan only hunched deeper, his eyes darting, searching. Then, a flicker. A face. Vilely familiar. His heart hammered against his ribs, blood roaring in his ears. It was him. The son of a bitch

Ethan sucked in a breath, his hands clenching into white-knuckled fists. No hesitation. He moved, a shadow drawn to another shadow

"Hey!" He barked, his voice a gravelly rasp choked with fury. The rain swallowed the sound, but he knew the bastard heard him