The orange sodium lights hummed with a discord befitting the loneliness of the abandoned street. Sedgewyck glanced over his shoulder, not trusting the shadow that seemed to be following him in the dark night. It had been a long time since his paranoia had hit this hard and for this long. The days and nights melted into a blur of tragic proportions.
Thick black coffee and cigars fueled the nerve-raw insomniac, edging him deeper and deeper into his longest stretch of schizophrenia yet.
"They won't get me," Sedgewyck reassured himself."As long as I can stay awake, they can't get me."
