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I think this chapter is well structured. You did a good job creating a tense atmosphere in the first part. Taylor and her Anglo-Germanic-Spanish hybrid mumblings are hilarious!

Taylor was tripping. She paced the alley, hands shaking, eyes darting. Out of her mouth streamed rapid German, English, and occasionally broken Spanish that she picked up from Paco. Out on the street, some sirens screamed by, and Taylor paused, feet tapping, to listen with bright eyes. But the sirens moved on, and, with a quick, disappointed sigh, she resumed her pacing.

“I wonder if that’s how Sove learned about Malos…”