She was prepared for the letdown. It was the cost of making sure they could all rest a little easier knowing that the lunatic with an itch of her own for Jon?s head wouldn?t bother them again. These were snap predictions and decisions she made in the time it took for Eli to give her the information. She needed forty minutes because she had one stop to make on the way to the High Street. Gigi accepted that vengeance reaped only tasted sweet for so long but she would allot herself a small portion of time to enjoy it.
There were things she loved and had missed about RhyDin when she was living in Jenli. One was its anonymity. No one batted an eye at a woman wearing all black racing through the streets. There were so many strange sightings that any one of them alone rarely raised an alarm. The second thing she had missed was the city?s efficiency. Where else could she find a home and hardware superstore open at this time of night? Her one pit stop saw her briskly walking through the well-known aisles to pick up the few supplies she had mentally settled on when she started running out of the Red Dragon Inn. When it came to dirty deeds Gigi?s mind worked at an alarming and precise pace. She took only as many steps as she needed to fill her arms with the necessary wares and pay at the counter. Her hands did not shake when she counted out her coins for the clerk ringing her up nor did she look anxious to get out of the store. She controlled the overwhelming urge to grab her bag and bolt while under the bright fluorescent lights in the very public setting. Faking patience was a skill she had honed when working for Motou while she was still using yola. She couldn?t act like every other junkie when the Jenli drug lord showed up at the greenhouse to see how his valuable crops were growing.
As soon as she was out past the automatic doors and row of shopping carts she took off again now with a plastic bag clutched under her arm. She slowed when she reached the start of the rundown stretch of cheap apartments, cheap liquor stores and cheap brothels collectively known as the High Street. Another beautiful fact about this part of RhyDin was the way most people on the sidewalk avoided making eye contact with those passing them on the street. No one paid much attention to Gigi when she ran up the front steps of the duplex with the red painted door. They all were heading on similar paths of front steps, doors and the vices that waited behind them and so gave her little mind.
When she reached the paint-chipped door with the rusted letters ?2B? barely hanging on it Gigi paused to calm her breath and put her purchases down long enough to slip on her black leather gloves. She picked up the bag again, this time letting the vivid petals of the orange and red spider lilies bought at the superstore obscure her face when she stood in front of the door?s peephole. She cradled the potted flowers in the crook of her arm along with what remained in the plastic bag. This left her free hand to knock twice on the door before disappearing into her pocket to work her brass knuckles over her gloved fingers. It was awkward but she?d take it over leaving too many fingerprints at what was going to be an already messy scene.