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The sun was high in the clear blue sky, shining down on a street lined with small, one-story houses. Just two lanes of black asphalt and no sidewalk. Deep ditches on either side would allow quite the nasty fall to anyone who wasn't careful.
Melissa walked with a hand pressed to her stomach, head hanging as she let out a deep breath. “We could really kick up trouble with this one,” she said, glancing over her shoulder. “Amanda's father isn't going to like it.”
At her side, Jena strolled casually up the street in a pair of denim shorts and a blue tank top. She wore a blank expression, her face unreadable, but the wind played with her short auburn hair. “One thing you learn in this business, kid,” she murmured. “You can't be afraid to piss off assholes who abuse their power.”
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