 Arly never expected that she would have to face young Joey Miller after failing to rob the man who caused the condition he was in. She wasn’t someone who enjoyed failing, and to face that failure hurt. She needed to do something, anything to make the guilt disappear, but the people who could help her do that simply didn’t want anything to do with her. That wasn’t usually something that stopped her though, so she was going to do something about it whether they liked it or not.
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 Everything was going well. They made it inside. Tom disarmed the security system. The lock to the safe was easy to bypass. Arly couldn’t believe their luck. This plan of theirs was going to work. They were going to use the money to do some good. They were–...
 Tom’s question went unanswered because Arly didn’t know what to do about Benny. He had always seemed to be a kind and compassionate human being, with a decent sense of what was right and wrong. However, he was also the son of a man who knowingly allowed his company to hurt others and benefited from the empire his father built...
 Several long, tiring days passed before Arly found herself in the ethics class again. She knew that their lunchtime conversation had very little bearing on reality, and, realistically, the likelihood that either man would be interested in committing a serious crime was small...
 Arly proved to be a determined young woman when she had her mind set on something, which Kyran and Tom came to learn in the days following the trial’s conclusion. Every day, they found her in the courtyard researching the newest update in the case. They appreciated that Arly did not seem interested in dragging them into the mess with her...
 In the week that passed, Arly learned more about the men she peer-reviewed each period. She knew that Tom’s parents did not approve of his artistic aspirations. He also wasn’t near as much of an asshole as she expected. She knew that Kyran wanted to return to Africa when he completed his studies to work towards a better future there...
 Two months earlier, a prison term for burglary was not on the mind of any college student enrolled in Haven Heights University. Those students were far more focused on their first day of class – a monumental experience for the incoming freshmen and a tedious one for returning upperclassmen...
 Alarms. There weren’t supposed to be alarms. “What did you idiots do?” Arly demanded, pulling off her black mask. Thick curls tumbled into her eyes, but both men could feel the rage behind them. “We had ten more minutes!”
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J.C. Ballard
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