RICHIE
They turned away from the quiet of the river at Bienville Street and slowly walked toward the hustle and bustle of The French Quarter. Piper had only taken a few steps when she grabbed Richie’s arm and hissed through unmoving lips, “Qball - eleven o’clock.”
Richie gave her an almost imperceptible nod and continued to walk. They gave no indication of knowing he was there, yet something spooked Qball. He took off like the hounds of hell were on his tail.
Piper tore after him, never letting him leave her sight. Richie easily paced beside her. She may want to take Qball down, but he needed to ensure she survived the ordeal.
Richie gave her an almost imperceptible nod and continued to walk. They gave no indication of knowing he was there, yet something spooked Qball. He took off like the hounds of hell were on his tail.
Piper tore after him, never letting him leave her sight. Richie easily paced beside her. She may want to take Qball down, but he needed to ensure she survived the ordeal.
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