Night Owls

Jerry glanced down at the photograph in his hand, then back up again at the woman sitting alone at the back of the cafe.

“That’s the one,” he thought and reached into his pocket to get his taser. “Can’t be too careful. The file says she’s dangerous.”

All at once a blinding light coursed through the space. Jerry and the woman froze. And then a creature appeared, seemingly from the air itself.

Jerry spun to face the creature, firing the taser at its leathery chest. The creature disappeared in a second blinding flash. Jerry faced the woman. “Who the hell are you?” he asked. “Nobody you want to know,” she replied with a weary sigh.