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after eight tense minutes with the car kept running, she came back out of the store with the red hooded sweat jacket now draped over the basket of the shopping cart. she looked obvious to jon, shivering from the cold or withdrawal, either one very New England in the winter. Obvious and suspicious, a butterfly tattoo on her exposed shoulder, an identifing mark. She would've been better off walking out with everything stuffed in the pockets of a bulky winter jacket, but wearing next to nothing in this weather probably made sense to a skinny dopefiend. She was going to get them caught but she was the one who still had a car.