Who: @dannyriv When: Two weeks after the gala Where: Abandoned building, Hunter territory
While Quin was quietly relieved that the details of his episode after the gala hadn’t spread through the clan, he wasn’t going to pretend that he was going to be able to go out and drive his routes like normal without invoking some of those guaranteed protection clauses in his contract.
That was where Daniel came in: a second set of eyes in the passenger seat (there was no way in hell he was going to let the man drive his car) while Quin completed the less predictable work for the night. Inviting someone he knew would be reporting back to Kali wasn’t something he liked very much, but while he couldn’t leave town, he’d rather have that than nothing.
He could get most of his routine deliveries done alone, usually before midnight, but the extra work he was given, the stuff that was too delicate to be pushed off on the human couriers, that was what made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.
Passing through hunter territory to reach a meetup with a couple million in cash in a blood-stained duffle bag with the expectation of walking away with whatever magical knick-nack Kali had decided was worth getting brought to town and hand-delivered instead of using a postal service was one of those jobs.
He stopped the car, opening the door to lean out and get a better view of the mess of alleyways and too-small backroads that were not marked properly on the stupid map the person he was supposed to be making the exchange with had provided. They’d have to cross the rest of the way on foot.
He cursed under his breath, ducking back into the car to address Daniel. “Did you bring any sort of weapon? Whoever set this up wants us to be walking, it feels like a trap.”
Everything felt like a trap since the Gala, but this seemed obvious enough that someone else might pick up on it.
