Scat was desperate. Tony was burning up, barely able to move, and antibiotics were his only hope.
There was only one person he could turn to and that person was Sam.

Sam, known as the “Queen of the Gutter Rats”, had more than earned her title. If something needed to be found, bartered for, or quietly lifted, Sam was the one who could make it happen.

She listened to Scat’s story in silence, arms crossed, one brow raised.
“I can help you get medicine,” she said finally. “I know a guy… but it’s gonna cost you.”

She hesitated, then added, “He’s inside the mall. Meet me there in two hours, I’ve got an errand to run first.”

Scat blinked. “The mall?” His voice cracked. “You want to go into the mall?”

Everyone had heard the stories. People who went in didn’t come out. No one in their right mind went into the mall.

But Sam just shrugged, already turning away.
“Two hours,” she said over her shoulder, then vanished down the street.