"Everett, we need to discuss what just happened," Vivian urged as she walked alongside Everett down the barren, dark streets of New Orleans. His stride was wide, but slow enough so Vivian could keep pace, as long as she walked quickly. She needed to slow down, especially after that fight, but he held a firm hand to her back ushering her along.
"Vivian, we are going to need to get to my contact as quickly as possible."
"No, Everett." Vivian pushed back on his hand, forcing them both to stop in the empty streets. At this hour there were no street performers, no music, just a few random homeless people camped out in alleyways.
“Vivian, please,” Everett tried to get her to walk again, but she was not moving this time.
“No, Everett, you have to tell me what you just did back there.”
“Vivian - I -”