NEW MEMPHIS
Martin's yellow black eyes were currently scanning the quiet empty dock area along the Mississippi River. He could see the hulk of the former Hernando Desoto Bridge in the southern distance against the back drop of night sky. There were almost no clouds, and the moon and stars were in full force, bathing the urban area in a supernatural like light. Martin knew that the other side of the bridge no longer existed, the concrete and steel pilings having been eroded away by the countless years of the huge river flowing by. Martin turned his superbly keen eyes back northward, searching for anything that could be construed as being out of the ordinary.
