"Won't do any good anyway. The girl won't press charges." Zoe grinned nastily at the battered face looked up at her. "She's probably already gone and looking for her cell phone. We have our own version of justice down here. Isn't that right, Jakey?"
She shot a glance at the stranger. "What brings you down here, anyway? We don't get your type all that often. They usually stop at Union Ave."
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