She rushed over to the window and saw a crowd of hookers converging over something.
"Oh my God."
She quickly put on her dress and ran out on the street as fast as she could. I followed on her heels. The crowd of hookers seemed to be attacking something. Monica quickly pushed aside some of them and made her way to the center of the group. After forcefully removing the last few, she saw a bleeding pastor. The blood softly dripped from his beard onto the pavement.
He had been repeatedly beaten and was unconscious. The paranoia was real.
"Quick, call 911." she said in my direction.
My plan had worked too well and there was collateral damage. Innocent bystanders were getting hurt.
There was really nothing that went right for me.
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