Sherry stopped for a moment, to catch her breath and fit herself in the narrow doorway between an alley and the next street over. It was hard to hear anything over the thundering of her pulse and the short, quick breaths she took.

And it wasn't like Leon would helpfully moan to let her know how close he was, if he was close at all. She turned the knob on the door and ducked inside the building, careful to keep the closure as quiet as possible as she stalked to the other side of the musty-smelling room and looked out the window for any sign of her father.