![]() ![]() She'd crossed into a part of town claimed by both Crips and Bloods. She needed to hop on the bus and catch a ride back to her car, but she'd realized a block or two back that she wasn't seeing only Crips graffiti now. She continued on her way, crossing the intersection at Sable, aware it was almost dark. What they didn't see was the sense of community, the loyalty, the flower beds, the hardworking parents trying to give their kids a better life. People passing through from wealthier parts of the city saw the graffiti, the poverty, the decay- and they felt afraid. Like everyone else, they were just trying to make it through another day. But she also knew most of the people living here weren't dangerous. She knew there was violence on these streets she'd written news articles about it. ![]() More than once she'd felt a strange prickling on her neck and had gotten the feeling she was being followed. She'd be lying if she said she wasn't nervous. "Short conversation," Tessa murmured to herself, inwardly grateful they hadn't seemed to have heard of the two. The boy who'd spoken to her shrugged, and the kids walked off. And what are you going to do if they are the killers, girl? ![]()
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