Frayed Edges

You've Killed Us

Her trips to the seedy part of town were becoming a regular occurrence. She stopped looking in the bags before she delivered them as she knew whatever was inside would most likely make her sick. The transactions became quicker each time and soon she knew the route like the back of her hand.

The masked man remained the same. Each time she arrived he greeted her like an old friend but Mia's face made sure to show him exactly what she thought of him. They were in the middle of their usual rehearsed transaction when he suddenly went off-script.

"Take this with you" he grunted, handing her a bag similar to the one she had delivered to him only moments earlier.

"Drew didn't say anything about this" she stated as her hand tentatively grabbed the handle. Her reluctance was pointless as she knew she was in no position to argue. Despite her new familiarity with this dangerous character she noticed how he always kept his gun firmly gripped in his left hand.

"You can ask him about it when you give him it then" he replied before slamming the iron clad door in her face, the creak of the lock soon followed. The bag was lighter than the usual ones she was given to deliver which gave her a hint of hope.

She didn't hang around to see what more surprises the night had in store for her and hastily she headed back into the city. As always the bag hung heavily in her hand. She wondered if Drew had once again changed the plan, catching her in a web of his own design keping her stuck to him.

How many more drops would be enough? How many deadly transactions did he expect her to carry out under Olivia's nose?

It was doubtful that Olivia had any suspicion that there was a traitor within her ranks. She was a shoot first ask questions later sort of person and the fact that her head was still very much attached to her neck gave her some hope.

The cold grey foyer had become a second home to her by now. The doorman gave her his usual courteous nod but Mia rarely returned it, her mind was always focused on ensuring that the only echoing footsteps filling the room were her own. The familiar ding of the elevator alerted her of it's arrival and the long journey to the top floor dragged as it always did. When it finally slowed to a stop the doors slid open immediately but Drew wasn't standing there waiting to greet her.

She strode confidently into the living room, she had become accustomed to the space and no longer feared what lay inside. Immediately taken aback by the strong smell of weed that filled her nostrils she raised a brow when she saw Drew lay back on the sofa mindlessly rolling a lit joint between his fingers. He didn't look up or even acknowledge her as she planted herself on the other end of the sofa.

"I thought you were off that stuff?" She asked, gesturing to the smoke swirling from his fingertips. The sight brought back a sense of familiarity to her as she tried to picture Drew as the person she once knew.

"It's a good stress reliever" he muttered, still failing to face her. Mia was beginning to feel unsettled as she squirmed slightly in her seat, she placed the bag on the coffee table between them with a gentle thud in hopes of getting his attention. Not that she wanted it she was just desperate for this visit to be over.

Both their eyes were now trained on the black bag between them but once again he remained silent. Mia couldn't help but stop her eyes from skirting to the small gap beneath the table's legs wondering if he still used it as his not so secret hiding place.

"Can I go?" she asked, the irritation in her voice apparent.

"God you never wanna catch up anymore do you?" he drawled his eyes finally met hers and she saw he looked tired, exhausted even. She wondered when was the last time he slept, their meetings were always late at night but she knew this was only a fraction of what he got up to behind Olivia's back. Mia was done with his little game and quickly stood up heading towards the door.