Chapter 23

Genevieve didn't go to a pharmacy. Instead, she drove through downtown with practiced ease, weaving through turns until she plunged into the old district where the streets were narrow and packed. The gray sedan trailed behind clumsily, clearly unfamiliar with the area. Genevieve cut the wheel and turned onto a street known for seafood wholesale. The pavement was always slick and muddy, and the air was thick with a heavy stench of fish. She had timed it perfectly. Just as the car tailing her caught up, she slammed the brakes and stopped beside a large stall. The sedan behind her reacted too late. Tires screamed in a sharp, ugly skid. Right then, a kid came out of nowhere and, as if startled, "accidentally" knocked over a huge plastic barrel packed with fish guts and murky water beside the stall. The entire bucket of filth spilled out, splashing straight across the gray sedan's hood and windshield. "Who the hell wasn't watching where they were going? Those are my goods!" the vend