Jazz settled easily into a wider stance ready to fight, but held up her hands to show she meant no harm. As the pick-up drove off and the tow truck driver went to call another guy from his service her full attention shifted to the others that had arrived on scene. Sticking around was looking like a stupid idea, and she could practically hear her dad telling her to cut and run.
"Well, I don't know who any of you are either, if that helps." Damn her smart mouth, it probably wasn't a good idea to admit she had no clue who she was facing down. If it came to a fight they'd know they have the advantage.
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