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“Archer Davenport?” Ridley’s friend Meera repeated the following morning as they sat together on the couch in Meera’s family’s living room. “Seriously? What was he doing behind your building?”
“He was probably lost,” Ridley said, hugging one of the threadbare cushions to her chest. “I mean, it’s a long way from the top of Aura Tower to a back alley in Demmer District. Easy for a rich boy to take a wrong turn and lose his way.” Her tone was light, but Meera’s question was the same one that had been plaguing Ridley’s mind as she tried to fall asleep the night before.
What was Archer doing in that alley?
Had he ended up there by chance? Wrong place, wrong time? Or did he actually know the man who’d been following Ridley earlier that afternoon? She kept thinking back on the few seconds s
