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THIRTY-FOUR TRIS“THERE SHE IS,” Amar says as I approach the group. “Here, I’ll get you your vest, Tris.”
“My . . . vest?” As promised by David yesterday, I’m going to the fringe this afternoon. I don’t know what to expect, which usually makes me nervous, but I’m too worn-out from the past few days to feel much of anything.
“Bulletproof vest. The fringe is not all that safe,” he says, and he reaches into a crate near the doors, sorting through a stack of thick black vests to find the right size. He emerges with one that still looks far too big for me. “Sorry, not much variety here. This will work just fine. Arms up.”
He guides me into the vest and tightens the straps at my sides.
“I didn’t know you would be here,” I say.
“Well, what did you think I did at the Bureau? Just wand
