The man Jerica was after slid on something and went sprawling onto all fours on the muddy ground, crying out in fear and dismay as he did, then scrambling onto his back as Jerica rounded on him. ILLUSTRATION | JOHN NYAGA
The street was narrow, lit up by one flickering streetlight that was threatening to go out. Jerica watched as two shadows flitted down the street, turning left at the end, and without hesitation, she dove into the narrow way after them.
“Hey J!” it was one of her colleagues, “Wait for back-up J!” there was real fear in his voice, “Jerica stop!”
