Chapter 9
As a crowd gathered on the mall bridge to watch the investigation scene below, a girl walked toward them, struggling under the weight of several shopping bags. She wore a beige trench coat and a cap that shadowed her face. Her rainbow-colored hair hung out from the sides of the cap.
Jazzlyn looked in the bags of clothes and smirked to herself. “Being poor sucks. Being rich is better. Making out with four hundred bucks worth of merchandise without paying anything? The best of all!”
A robotic cockroach climbed out from one of the bags and perched on her shoulder.
“Sssh, Smoochums,” she said. “Don’t say anything about how we stole the bags in the chaos. They don’t need to know that.”
She stopped at the bridge, pushed her way through and looked over. She saw X bent over the dead
