Jazz disappeared into a stand of trees, hit the street on the other side, ran across and darted down an alleyway. She kept running for two blocks and then, when she did pause, it was wedged, out of sight, between a pair of dumpsters behind a resturant.
Breathing harshly, she empted her hard won prized out onto the pavement between her feet. A thick, fine leather wallet (full, no doubt with premium goods), a handsome, heavy silver watch, and a slick, spacey looking cellphone.
She nodded, once, to herself, trying to remind herself that it was job well done. So what if he'd caught her? So what if he was...whatever he was. She'd gotten away, she had the goods, he didn't know her and he couldn't find her.
Everything was good. Everything was just - fine.
No matter what that odd feeling inside was trying to tell her.