Removing it…
Removing it, she leaned up against a lamppost and felt for the source of her pain. A blister had apparently formed while she had been dancing that had since popped. She felt the stickiness on her fingers, along with the sting.
Running in shoes not particularly made for it had been yet another bad idea. Paz wasn’t wearing socks or stockings, but she figured it would be better to go barefoot and risk getting an infection rather than end up injured from falling. She tossed her shoes into a nearby trash can and decided to continue down the street she was on, since she still didn’t know which direction she was headed.
Behind her, the voice in Bluetooth’s ear crackled, “Okay, they’re cutting us loose. Where are you now?” When Bluetooth answered, the voice asked, “Which way is she going?”
“I don’t think she knows,” Bluetooth said. “Wait, she’s staying on T.”
“We’ve got to head south,” the voice said, “and we’ve got one-way streets for the next two blocks. We’ll catch up with her at the intersection with Vermont.”
It didn’t take long to get to the next corner, but when she did, Paz realized she was heading in the opposite direction of where she wanted to go. Or, at least she thought she was. The numbers were getting smaller, which meant she was on an easterly course. She wanted to head west, out of the federal district and toward Virginia.
Now she wasn’t sure what to do. She could continue in the direction she was going, which had to be wrong, or she could double back. The latter didn’t sound like a good idea for the same reason she had avoided it in the first place. She wanted to get as far away from Brad as she could. She didn’t think anyone was following her, but she hadn’t really checked to make sure. She resisted the urge to look over her shoulder and kept running.
“Still on T Street,” a somewhat winded Bluetooth said. Where are you?”
“Just leaving Twelfth and getting on Vermont,” the voice said.
“You’ll have to hurry if you want to catch her at the crosswalk.” Bluetooth now realized they had underestimated Paz’s athletic prowess, even if it were true she had no clue where she was going.
“We’ll make it. Just maintain contact.”
“Easy for him to say,” Bluetooth’s companion muttered after Bluetooth relayed the message.
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