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Forming a plan didn’t take Harlow long. Clyde asked if she had a hangover the moment she plodded out of his bedroom around noon. Despite her foggy head, Harlow denied it; there wasn’t time to let anything slow her down.
Her friend made food that she forced herself to eat while gazing out of the window, building a strategy. Information was key. What she knew was vital; figuring out how to use it was more important.
Her ultimate conclusion was that she needed more information and she needed help. This wasn’t going to be a half-assed op. Harlow wanted to do it right.
Armed with her ideas about what she had to accomplish, she took a shower, put on last night’s clothes, and left the apartment telling Clyde she’d be back.
Cash was first on the list. Given that the only thing she valued an
