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The shadows of the alley were still cover enough to conceal oneself in, though the sun was higher than the smuggler would have wished. From the small nook, she could see any comings and goings from the bookie’s villa.
Tears stained the page of a worn journal, though its crinkled pages held little in the way of writing. The tall young woman that sat hunched over it could have seemed totally oblivious to the world around her but for the occasional keen glances around at fairly regular intervals.