Marlowe took a hard hit to the head, knocking him backward. Groggily he got to his feet and chased his assailant. The punk ran down the hall and just before he reached the exit, Marlowe took him down with a vicious tackle.
He pinned him against the floor, raised his fist and was about the break the thug's face when recognition hit. This was the same kid who had been following him all day, a kid probably fifteen. The boy shrunk in fear and flopped like a baby flounder.
Marlowe grabbed him by the collar.
"Spill it, buster. Who hired you? Why are you tailing me? Start yapping if you want all your teeth in the same place."
The boy sobbed. Marlowe's cheek ached. This was not a good day.
The boy gasped one word. "Ariana."
Marlowe flinched. His day had just gotten worse.
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