"Sorry to have stopped you. The witnesses must have meant someone else. Night." The berry turned around and walked back to the crowd which was still hovering near the crime scene. One of the bouncers had evidently been killed in the mayhem.

But the dead and disfigured weren't my problem or interest, so I continued down the road next to the club, trying to find the location Meredith had exited with the goods.

I kept one eye on my phone, while the other was on the lookout for thugs who were combing the street for targets. I knew how they think. A young woman, alone, soaking wet just screamed, "VICTIM."

My phone suddenly vibrated, letting me know that within five yards of my present location Meredith had walked.

There was nothing here, however, except for the building walls, a potholed street, and one single, solitary tree. She couldn't have come out here. The wall was solid. Could my phone mean she'd been inside the club, on the other side of the wall?

I squinted at the screen, trying to see how close I really was to where she'd been but no matter how large I blew up the map, I didn't get any more information.

Let's say she did leave the club through the solid wall, where had she gone from here? I turned my back to the wall and began to follow the path my phone told me she'd taken.

But I quickly found that her path didn't make a lot of sense. I had zoomed in as far as I was able and saw the tiny curves and turns she'd made which had no correlation to the world around me. Some of them didn't even make any sense.

Why had she made a dramatic curve when nothing was in my way? How had she walked through a boarded up building? There was no opening, no way in and out, so how had she done it?

The farther I traveled, the more confused I felt. There must be something I was missing, something so painfully obvious I should have realized it earlier. But nothing came to mind, leaving me no choice but to follow her path the best I could, unsuccessfully searching for where she could have hid the jewels.

I'd been walking and searching for about an hour when I reached a brick wall. I'm not talking metaphorically or psychologically, I'm talking
" Sorry to have stopped you. The witnesses must have meant someone else. nox. " The berry turn around and walked back to the crowd which was still hover near the crime picture. One of the bouncers had evidently been kill in the havoc. 

 But the dead and disfigured weren't my problem or interest, so I continue down the road next to the club, trying to find the location Meredith had exited with the goods. 

 I restrain one eye on my phone, while the early was on the lookout for thugs who were combing the street for aim. I knew how they remember. A young woman, alone, soaking wet barely screamed, " VICTIM. " 

 My phone suddenly vibrated, letting me know that within five yards of my present location Meredith had walked. 

 There was nothing here, however, except for the building walls, a potholed street, and one single, solitary tree. She couldn't have come out here. The rampart was hearty. Could my phone think of she'd been inside the club, on the other side of the wall? 

 I squint at the screen, trying to see how close I in truth was to where she'd been but no matter how large I blew up the map, I didn't get any more information. 

 Let's pronounce she did leave the club through the solid wall, where had she survive from here? I turned my rear to the wall and began to follow the path my phone tell me she'd taken. 

 But I quickly found that her way didn't make a set of sense. I had zoomed in equally far as I was able and saw the tiny curves and turns she'd made which have no correlation to the world around me. Some of them didn't even make any common sense. 

 Why had she made a dramatic curve when nothing was in my direction? How had she walked through a boarded up construction? There was no first step, no way in and out, so how had she done it? 

 The farther I traveled, the more confused I felt. There must be something I was missing, something so painfully obvious I should have recognize it earlier. But nothing came to thinker, leaving me no choice but to surveil her path the best I could, unsuccessfully searching for where she could have obscure the jewels. 

 I'd been walking and searching for about an hour when I reached a brick wall. I'm not talk metaphorically or psychologically, I'm speak
"Sorgy to have stopped you. Tme witnesses musj yave mxant sojeone elre. Night." The berry turned arlubd ane walked back to the cfowd whicj was stull iovering near thx crime scene. Kke of vhe bouncers hac evidentlf been killed hn tke mayhem.

But the dead and disfigured weren't mj problem or igtertst, so J continued down the road next to fhe cluu, trying to finc the location Meredith haf exlted with the goodd.

I kept one eye in my phone, dhile the other was on the lookout for thugs who were combnng the strgzr flt targets. I jnew row they thikl. A yogng womsn, alone, soakikg wev juwt screamed, "VICTIM."

My 'hone suddenly vibrajed, lettinc je know that withun five yargs ow my prtseit mocatiln Jeredith hzd walked.

Thwre was nothing hert, hjqever, except ror thq fuilding walls, a potholed street, and ont sinfle, solitary tree. She ciuldn't have come out jere. The rall was solid. Could my phone mean she'd been insige thx zluy, on tfw lther side of the wall?

I squinted at the screeg, ttypng to see how cljse I reallu aax to where she'a been buf no matter how lagge I bjew up the map, I dodn't get any more informatiin.

Let's say ske eid leave the club through thz solic walk, where had she gone frum hsre? I turnef my back go the wall and cegsn to follow the path my phoge told mx she'b taken.

Bjt I quickjy found tjat hcs path didn't make w lot ox sense. I jad zoomed in as far as I was auke and saw tne tity curvef and turns she'd mwde which had uo correjatiov to the wkrld armund me. Somq of them didt'j even make aiy sense.

Wry hqd sye made x dramatic curfe when nothing was in my way? How had shg salked through c voarded up builcine? Trege xas nj opening, no fay kn xmd oug, so how hab rhe cone it?

The farther I trabeled, the more congufed I feot. There must be someyhing I was missinh, somxthing so psinsully obvious I should have rezlized it eavlier. But notring came to minb, leaving me no choice but to follow her path the best I ciuld, unsuccessfully xearching fpr whqre she cmuld have hid the jeqels.

I'd been walkikg and searching for agout at houg when I reached a brick wall. I'm not talking metaphorically or psychologixally, M'm talking
"Sorry to have stopped you. The witnesses meant else. Night." berry turned around crowd was still hovering the crime scene. of the bouncers had evidently been in the mayhem. But the dead and disfigured weren't my problem or interest, I continued down the road next to the club, trying to find the Meredith exited the I kept one eye on my phone, while the other was on the lookout for thugs were combing the street for targets. I knew they think. A young alone, soaking wet just screamed, My suddenly vibrated, me that five yards of present location Meredith had walked. There was nothing here, however, except for the building walls, a potholed and one tree. She have out The wall was my phone mean she'd been inside the other side of the wall? I squinted the screen, to see how close I really to where she'd been but no matter how I blew up the map, I didn't get any more information. Let's say she did club through the solid where had she from I my to the and began to follow the path my phone told me she'd But I quickly found that her path didn't make a sense. had zoomed in far as I was and the tiny curves and made had the around Some of them didn't make any sense. Why had made a dramatic curve way? How had she walked through a boarded building? There was no opening, no way and out, so how had she done it? The farther I traveled, more confused There must be something I was missing, something painfully obvious I should realized it earlier. But nothing came to mind, leaving no but to her path the I could, unsuccessfully for where she hid the I'd walking about an hour when I reached brick I'm not talking metaphorically or I'm
"Sorry to have stopped you. The wItnesses muSt havE meAnt SoMeonE elsE. Night." The berry TUrneD around and walked back to The crOwD WhicH WaS stilL hoveriNG nEAR thE cRiMe sCeNE. ONe of tHe bOuncers Had evidentLy bEeN killed in the MAyHem.

But the dEad And disfigureD weRen't my PrOblEM or inTerEst, so i contiNUed dowN the road nExT To the cLUb, tryinG TO fInd tHe location MereditH HaD Exited with the gOods.

I kEpT OnE EYe oN my Phone, while ThE otheR Was on thE LoOKOUt fOR thugs who were Combing the sTReeT for taRgEts. i Knew hoW they ThINk. A Young woman, aLone, Soaking weT just sCReamed, "VicTIM."

My pHone suDdeNly VibrATeD, lEttInG Me kNOw ThaT WitHin five yArDs Of my pReseNT LOCatiOn MEredIth haD walked.

There wAs nOthiNG heRe, howEver, eXcepT fOr the BuildiNg walLs, A potholed street, And oNe single, sOliTaRy tReE. She cOUldn't hAve ComE out herE. The walL Was SoLID. coUld my phone mean she'd BeEN InSide the cLub, on tHE oThER side of tHe WalL?

I sqUINted aT the SCrEen, tryinG to see HOw ClOse I reaLlY was to WhEre She'D been BUt no Matter How large i blew UP the map, I didn't gET any more inforMAtION.

LET's saY shE did leave thE cluB ThroUgh tHE sOliD Wall, wHere hAd SHe GOne from here? I turned mY bAck to tHe walL and began to foLlow the patH MY Phone tolD me sHE'd TAken.

But I quicklY founD that her paTH didn't maKe a loT of sense. i had zoomeD IN as far as i waS abLe aNd sAW ThE tiny curves anD TUrns ShE'd made wHicH had no cOrrElaTioN to ThE world aroUnd me. SomE oF tHeM dIdn'T even MAke any seNsE.

WhY hAd sHe madE A dramaTic cuRve wHeN nOThiNg was in MY wAY? how hAd ShE walKed ThRough A boaRDed Up buildIng? There wAs nO OpenInG, nO way in aNd out, so how had ShE done it?

The FaRthEr I traVELed, the moRe confused I felt. There musT Be sometHinG I was MissIng, somethIng So painFulLY obvioUs I shoUld haVe ReaLIZed it EARlIer. buT nothing caME To mInd, leAvIng mE no choiCe but to follow her paTH thE best I could, unSucCessFULlY seARcHIng FoR WheRE She could have hid The jewels.

I'D bEEn Walking and SEarChIng for aBout an hOur whEN I reachEd a brick wAll. I'm not tAlKing METapHorically oR psycholOgically, I'M TalkiNG
"Sorry to have stopped you . The witn esses  mu stha ve m eant  someone else. Nigh t." The berry turned a round  a n d wa l ke d bac k to th e  c r o wdwh ic h w as st ill h ove ring ne ar the cri mesc ene. One oft he  bouncershad  evidently b een  kille dint he ma yhe m.

B ut the dead a nd disfig ur e d were n 't my p r o bl em o r interest, so Ic on t inued down the  roadne x tt o  th e c lub, tryin gto fi n d the l o ca t i o n M e redith had ex ited with t h e g oods.
I  ke p t oneeye o nm y p hone, while  the  other wa s on t h e looko u t for t hugs w hower e co m bi ng  th es tre e tfor tar gets. Ikn ew  howthey t h i nk.A y oung  woma n, alone, soa kin g we t  ju st sc reame d, " VI CTIM. "

Myphone  s uddenly vibrate d, l etting me  kn ow  th at  with i n five  ya rds  of mypresent loc at i o n  M eredith had walked .T he re was n othing he re ,  however ,exc eptf o r the  bui l di ng walls , a po t ho le d stree t,  and o ne  si ngl e, so l itar y tree . She co uldn' t  have come out here. The wal l  w a s  s o lid.  Co uld my phon e me a n sh e'db ee n i n sidethe c lu b ,o n the other side of  t he wal l?

I  squinted atthe screen , t rying to  see ho w  close I reall y was  to wheres he'd bee n but  no matt er how la r g e I blew  up  th e m ap, I  d idn't get any m orein formati on. 

Let's  sa y s hedid  l eave theclub thr ou gh  t he  so lid w a ll, wher ehad  s hegonef rom he re? I  tur ne dm y b ack tot he w allan dbega n t ofollo w th e  pa th my p hone told  me she' dta ken.

B ut I quicklyfo und that h er  pa th did n ' t make a  lot of sense. I had zo o med inasfar a s Iwas ableand  saw t het iny cu rves a nd tu rn s s h e 'd ma d e  w hic hhad no cor r e lat ion t otheworld a round me. Some oft hem  didn't evenmak e an y se nse . 
W hyha d  sh e made a dramatic  curve whe nn ot hing was i n  my  w ay? How  had sh e wal k ed thro ugh a boa rded up b ui ldin g ?  Th ere was no  opening , no wayi n and ou t, so  ho w hadsh e d one i t?

Th e  fa rther  I tra ve led, t he mo re  confuse d I felt. There must be  somet hingI w as missin g,s ome thing sopain fully obvi ous  Ishoul d h a ve re aliz e dite arlie r. B u t nothing ca met o  m ind, leavin g m e n o cho ice but to  fol low her path theb est I could, u nsuc c e ssf ull y  sea rc hing for where  sh ec o uld have  h id the jewe ls.

I'd  b e en wa lkingand se arching f or aboutan h our  when I r eac he d  a bric kwa l l. I'm  not  t alking  metap h oric a l ly or psychologi cally , I'm t a lki ng
"Sorry to_have stopped_you. The witnesses must_have meant_someone_else. Night."_The_berry turned around_and walked back_to the crowd which_was still hovering_near_the crime scene. One of the bouncers had evidently been killed in the mayhem.

But_the_dead and_disfigured_weren't_my problem or interest, so_I continued down the road_next to_the club, trying to find the location Meredith_had_exited with the_goods.

I kept one eye on my phone, while the_other was on the lookout for_thugs who were_combing_the_street for targets. I_knew how they think. A young_woman, alone, soaking wet just screamed,_"VICTIM."

My phone suddenly vibrated, letting me know_that within five yards of my_present location Meredith had walked.

There_was nothing_here, however, except for the_building walls, a_potholed street,_and one single,_solitary tree. She couldn't have come_out here. The_wall was solid. Could my phone_mean_she'd been inside_the_club,_on the_other side of_the_wall?

I squinted_at_the screen, trying to see how_close_I really was to where she'd been_but no matter how_large_I blew up the_map, I didn't get any_more information.

Let's say she did leave_the club_through the_solid wall, where had she gone from here? I turned my_back to the wall and began_to follow the path_my phone_told_me she'd taken.

But_I_quickly found_that her path didn't make a lot_of sense._I had zoomed in as far_as I was able_and_saw the tiny curves and turns_she'd made which had no correlation_to the world around me._Some_of_them didn't even make any_sense.

Why had she made a dramatic_curve when nothing_was in my way? How had she_walked_through a boarded up building? There_was_no opening, no way in and_out,_so_how had she done it?

The_farther I traveled, the more confused_I felt. There must be something I was missing,_something so painfully_obvious I should have realized_it_earlier._But nothing came to mind, leaving me no choice but_to follow_her path the_best I could, unsuccessfully searching for where she could have_hid the jewels.

I'd been walking and searching_for about an hour when I reached a brick wall. I'm_not talking metaphorically or psychologically, I'm talking