#Chapter 164: Tabloid Fodder

Theo and I dashed down the street and around the edges of the buildings. He kept making strange turns, even doubling back, before ducking inside one last alley and behind a dumpster. Thank goodness the cold autumn air kept the place from stinking. However, the tang of old metal stung my nose. “What was all that about?” I asked. “I was looking for spots between surveillance cameras on the outside of businesses. Well, we won’t be able to avoid the fact that they’ll be able to go back and look at the footage and see us leaving the club. But at least they won’t track us down until we’ve had a chance to find out what the damages are and come up with a plan of how to combat it.” “If we were really drugged, shouldn’t we just go to the hospital and have a test before it’s out of our system?” Theo nodded. “That’s exactly what we’ll do once we have decent clothing and an idea of what the attack was. If it’s blackmail, things will look pretty quiet until we receive some sort of demand. If we’