They were like bandaged eyes turned toward her. After the last riots the police had cleared things up, but many of the vandalized stores still had boarded windows, which gave Jenny a creeping feeling between her shoulder blades. She hadn't realized, though, that Eastman Avenue had gotten quite so rough. This wasn't the best neighborhood in town, and she'd come here specifically because she didn't want any of her friends to see her. There were two of them, one dressed in a black T-shirt and leather vest, with a black bandanna on his head, the other in a long flannel shirt, black-and-blue plaid, unbuttoned. They matched their pace to hers when she slowed to pretend to look in a store window, they slowed, too. They were still behind her, on the other side of the street but definitely following.
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