Clear sight

 He flicked on the flashlight.

The one-armed Judge was centered in the beam. Before the Judge stood a figure with mirrors for eyes, throwing back the light.

“You wanna die?” A woman’s voice.

“No …”

“Light, out.”

Darkness. Run …

“I can see in the dark. You just stuck that flash in your jacket pocket. You look like you still wanna run. I gotta gun on you.”

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Mona Lisa Overdrive ch 38