TWENTY-EIGHT
Megan Armstrong had followed the judge for most of the day, but now she was hungry and tired. By blending in with the crowds and ducking into alleyways, she had made sure that she had not been followed by the two goons that had tried to take her the other day. The men had tried to take her for a reason, and she wondered who had sent them. Not the judge; she was oblivious to the fact she was being followed. So it meant someone else was after her, but for what purpose?
Megan quickly turned into a quiet alley that ran between two abandoned tenant buildings. She stopped and looked around before shimmying up a drainpipe that ran next to a rusty fire escape with a broken ladder. She stopped part of the way up before leaping for the first balcony of the metal construction.
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