Cade abandoned the stolen roadster in an alley and proceeded on foot. Shame, it was a sweet ride but it would lead the cops straight to him.
Pulling his hat low against the bright sunlight, he surveyed the endless row of cookie-cutter houses. His prey was in one of them and Cade would find him.
This story was written for the weekly 55 Word Challenge flash fiction challenge. While I am ineligible as this week's judge, I could not resist the opportunity to work all three photo prompts into a story of only 55 words.