“You won’t,” Reyes says, and you can hear her grabbing keys, moving. “But you have to listen. Can you see the front and the back?”
You turn your head, scanning. “Front, yes. Back is fenced.”
“Good,” she says. “Stay where you can see the door. Don’t let them slip out without being seen. And if they come out armed, you don’t play hero.”
Your mouth goes dry. “Armed?”
“It’s a neighborhood where desperate people make desperate choices,” she says, careful with the words. “Keep your distance. Keep your eyes open.”
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