Jena was smiling into the camera, her eyes sparkling, her short auburn hair a mess. At times like these, Larani missed the woman's counsel. Jena had been true to the spirit of what the Justice Keepers were supposed to stand for – a distrust of authority in all of its forms. That instinct had served her well.
At times, Larani felt as though she were trying to mimic the other woman's strategy. And doing a poor job of it, at that. But she was here, and Jena wasn't. Larani believed in the Justice Keepers, and that belief was just as valuable as Jena's cynicism. Now, if she could just find a way to use it…
“What would you do?” she asked the picture.
Of course, there was no answer.
Tall ash trees with lush green leaves lined the sidewalk and provided some shade against the hot afternoon sun.
