Feet crunching on the gravel-littered cement, Veronica hurried through the old-fashioned alley. She imagined this was one of the last neighborhoods in the Denver area that had been built with alleys. They simply weren’t an efficient use of land. But she liked being here. It felt like a secret world behind their houses, and their narrow streets looked so orderly with no driveways or front-facing garages. The alley was also an easy way to spy on the neighbors. People left their blinds open in the back. They stood out on their decks to smoke cigarettes and have loud conversations on cell phones.
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