"I wasn't sure if I wanted to help her until the alley was lit up under a spotlight.

The police.

Apparently those sirens had been looking for us.

Dani whimpered pitifully. The kid was long gone, his cigar smouldering out on the wet pavement.

I held Dani back with one hand; the other inched towards my revolver. In a split second, the cops would realise that we were thier quarry..."

for the cute story thing going in the Trading Post forums.