"I understand the criminal mind, Tim. Someone like you could never have any understanding..." Steve trails off.
"Your brother-in-law spent one night in the drunk tank. That hardly makes you an expert," retorts Tim.
At this you barely suppress a chuckle, confident that you will remain undiscovered today.
The bickering members of the Citizens on Patrol vigilante group take their leave shortly after, having glanced once more around the alley, ineffectively shining their flashlights in broad daylight and trying to look authoritative.
You curl up, and fall into a thick, dreamless sleep.
You awake as dusk fades to night, stretch your stiff limbs, and have a good listen: there is no one in the alley. You make you way out of the pile, ensuring that last night's dinner remains well covered.
You realize you're feeling peckish, and decide to grab a bite to eat.
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