The Triangle had an air that became instantly disturbed when someone who didn't belong wandered through the streets. Everyone noticed the redhead with varying degrees of pity that she was lost, though in the Triangle people didn't get involved. Even with mundane things like lost walkers who blundered where they shouldn't go.
Zoe opened the door to her mother's law office and shielded her eyes from the late afternoon sun reflecting off the bullet proof glass. "Hey!" she called after the girl. Rich kids looking for street dealers didn't arrive until after nightfall, and they knew better than to get out of their cars. This one wouldn't last long if she was going to wander through disputed gang territory.
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