Chapter 5
It Wasn't Me

Trowa stealthily slipped around the alleyway corner, hiding in the shadows. He crept up
behind his prey, making not a sound. Just when he was 2 inches away, he leapt. "Hi Trowa!" said
Quatre, happy to see him, but looking a bit uncomfortable. Trowa fell to the ground in shock,
wondering how in the hell Quatre knew he was there. As his head hit the ground, he noticed
something laying there. Quatre saw him looking. "Oh, how'd that get there? It definitely isn't mine.
Some complete stranger must have dropped it." He smiled wide and pulled Trowa out of the alley.
They walked north, towards the center of the city. Trowa looked back only once at the Playgirl
magazine laying there.