Maybe he knows where Katja’s gone.

He strolls along the sidewalk with the ease of a priest, but when he nears the St Ignatius rectory and Krendel’s shoe store, God bestows him with paranoia and fear moves his feet. The chase is on. I can’t let this one go.

IN THE MARKET BY TODD E SAVELLE 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 05

I’ve been walking since dawn and thinking about Katja. I’ve heard only r…