I force myself to blink the image away. I have to be seeing things. It must be a trick of the light or the fog, because it’s not possible for a beautiful girl to have a grin as sharp and wicked as a shark’s. But if I’m starting to see things . . . I open my eyes, and the girl’s teeth are once again hidden behind her plump lips. She looks normal . . . mostly. Strangely dressed, but normal. I must have imagined it.
