The Unwanted
“He allowed Quinn to lead him through the central court area and down the walkway that led out to the sidewalk along Wilshire Boulevard.If this had been New York, in no time they'd have been sitting in the back of a cab heading safely away. But this was L.A., where if you wanted a taxi you had to call for one, then wait at least twenty minutes until it arrived. So they were on foot until Quinn could secure a ride.There was a crosswalk to the left of the LACMA entrance. A small group of people were already waiting at the curb, several leaning forward, anticipating the changing of the traffic light on Wilshire. A second later the pedestrians got their green light to cross the street."Come on," Quinn said.He yanked the man toward the street. The red palm that meant wait started blinking in the crosswalk signal just as they stepped off the curb."Faster."Primus complied, matching Quinn stride for stride.They had already passed the divider in the middle of the road and were halfway across th...e two eastbound lanes when something whizzed through the air several feet to the left of Quinn's head."What the fuck was that?" Primus said, his step faltering.Quinn knew exactly what it was, but this wasn't the time for talk.MoreLess
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