Flossie Wright's expression stiffened slightly.
She hesitated between leaving and staying put, then finally raised an eyebrow and stood her ground, watching Glenn Hutchinson approach.
"What's going on?"
Stopping in front of her, Glenn Hutchinson looked at her with a sense of helplessness.
"I don't know."
Flossie Wright spread her hands.
She really didn't know the specifics; she was just following along to hit someone...
Glenn Hutchinson's face darkened.
He had just gotten off a plane when he received a call from Bard Walker, who said that Flossie Wright had taken the day off and had been out all day. He didn't head straight to the Military District but stayed in the city for a while, calling Flossie Wright's phone.
Only, no one answered.
Yet, before he could think of another way, he saw Flossie Wright on her motorcycle, weaving through the heavy traffic.
In the blink of an eye, she entered an alley not far away.
Naturally, he followed her in.
