Six blocks away, a curious observer will toss a few pepples down from a rooftop. They hit the ground inches from his feet for several yards. Zoe didn't want to be seen at street level anywhere near the lights of police cruisers, but she didn't want to wait to hear what happened at the warehouse. If Blondie was out this way, he must know something.
It was the best reasoning she had at the moment.
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