Her retreat stopped when she saw the man that was entering the store. Maroon uniform, cap, belt. One of the enforcers from the Boardwalk. Shit.
Welp. Either Daniella finally stopped calling coworkers, or Lisa is just fresh out of luck today.
She glanced at the cashier. She didn’t need her power to read the girl’s look of surprise and relief to know that the girl hadn’t made the call. Bad luck? She looked at the enforcer.
The latter, then.
So what does your look say about this guy?
Moving with purpose, going out of his way to avoid looking at her; most definitely coming for her.
Her being Lisa? I had expected these italicized power segments to use second person if referring to Lisa, but I guess not.
Had it been the girl she’d scared off, Tasha? Probably not. Did it matter? She turned and looked for another exit. The boyfriend with the smartphone was standing up, saying something to his girlfriend in the changing room, walking towards the clothes rack.
One way or another, this guy had known she was there, although I guess he could’ve just spotted her from outside.
Placing himself in way of exit, position of hand; preparing to draw on her if she gets too close to making a run for it. In cahoots with the enforcer.
Ahhh.
Well, this is quite the pickle, isn’t it.
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