WHO AM I?

CHAPTER 37

HAVANA, CUBA.

ZOILA'S POV

Ragged breaths, adrenaline rush, sweaty bodies and open mouthed breathless gasps.

I loved these kinds of chase. I loved the thrill it gave me and the satisfaction after catching who I was after, and I always caught them. My colleagues called me the Cheetah because I'd caught more criminals on foot than others had done on moving cars and I never stopped running until I'd got them.

Our footsteps echoed on the wet tarred road and splashes were made where my foot stomped. He was a few feet away from me but I was gaining on him.

"Keep an eye out Suarez, he's making his way through the street." I said to my partner through my walkie talkie.

"Be careful Martinez. He's got a weapon."

"Well, so do I." I replied and increased my pace.

"Get away from me, you creep!" The culprit yelled, pushing trash cans and anything he could find to stall me. But this wasn't my first rodeo, I flew over them with ease and dodged whatever else he hurled at me.

"Stop running Ar