Everett waited at the foot of her building, Vivian arbitrarily deciding that is where she was going to draw the line. By the way, he walked, a slight step in front of her, Vivian got the impression he was already aware of where she lived. She made a mental note to list the apartment and move after all of this was over.
“I think we should go different ways,” Vivian announced as she re-emerged from the building, her boots laced up to her knees, the sequin top replaced by a long-sleeve tight, black shirt and leather vest with a significant amount of knives attached to her body. “We can’t be seen together, by anyone.” She started to walk away but turned around to add, “that includes my friend, MacKenzie. Don’t take the risk again.”
“Yes ma'am,” Everett bantered, turning to take the opposite direction.