“Meegan where are you taking....” I halted about a foot behind her, words dying on my lips. We were standing in a narrow, trash-strewn alley and Meegan was staring intently at two men throwing bags of garbage into a dumpster.
“You mean for us to kill these two, don't you?” It was more of a statement than an actual question because I already knew the answer.
“No,” Meegan said innocently, green eyes still fixed on her potential prey.
“Now who's lying? You're doing it, you know.”
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