Flavia catches only the very end of the scuffle, seeing the constable double over as the boy strikes at him--Right in the Casanovas, good show! she thinks, approvingly--then the orange flash of his hair as he scurries off into the alleyway.
Just as she's about to set her feet back on Gladys' pedals and push off, she hears the boy's sharp shout of pain; and moreover, sees she isn't the only one who's heard it. The constable, too, has turned his attention to the mouth of the alley, and though his gait is still a little staggered, he's closing in. Checking for traffic and finding none, she speeds Gladys across the street, pulling up to where the boy's hiding, crouched in the shadow of a garbage bin.
"Hop on and hang on if you don't want to get caught," she hisses, but before either of them can move, the policeman is there, blocking the way to the street.
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Just as she's about to set her feet back on Gladys' pedals and push off, she hears the boy's sharp shout of pain; and moreover, sees she isn't the only one who's heard it. The constable, too, has turned his attention to the mouth of the alley, and though his gait is still a little staggered, he's closing in. Checking for traffic and finding none, she speeds Gladys across the street, pulling up to where the boy's hiding, crouched in the shadow of a garbage bin.
"Hop on and hang on if you don't want to get caught," she hisses, but before either of them can move, the policeman is there, blocking the way to the street.