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Lisa Goodall looked over the sales rack before her, and stared with an open mouth at the sight across the pedestrian bridge which connected the two halves of the mall's upper level, at the scene of the attempted seduction of Matthew Katzberg. She ducked her head beneath the jackets on the rack before Katzberg's head had completely turned in her direction, and then she poked that head sideways from her crouching position to watch Katzberg strut away with a nervous gait.
Madison McCormick was pulled down to a matching crouch by her fellow Colonist and latest best friend. "Do you see her?" Lisa demanded.
Lisa nudged her friend beyond the cover of the jackets. "That woman in the bookstore who tried to pick up Matthew Katzberg! Long brown hair, white Pradas--"
"White Pradas? You have got--"
"Never mind the shoes," Lisa hissed. "Do you see her?"
"I see her walking away. Wait, she tried to pick him up?"
"I saw it with my own eyes. Follow her!"
"Why?" Madison looked back at the fellow shoppers, several store personnel, and two Secret Service agents staring at the two women crouched behind the fur-lined jackets.
"Because that's suspicious behavior! Exactly the sort of thing they told us to look out for!"