The drive to Tamara’s apartment went without incident. The traffic lights were flickering to life outside the Stone Canyon Condos as they pulled up. Layla was giddy from watching all the huge, sprawling houses nestled behind manicured lawns and sculptured landscaping. Huge old trees and hundred-year-old ivy almost made them forget they were in the sprawl at all, only a kilometer from shadows so black they’d geek you for a fragging cigarette.