The Calormen Truck stopped in front of the low-rent apartments in the West District.
This area was far from Dan Street, remote, lacking basic patrol management and public safety facilities, even the elevator shafts were empty.
"What are your plans now?"
John parked the car and waited for Wenna to finish her last puff of cigarette.
She seemed to have regained her pride and courage.
"The gig at Tipsy Bikini is out of the question for me, I'll first check with some smuggler connections to see if there's any suitable work. I've mentioned before, there are a few middlemen who specialize in introducing newcomers to Eden City to opportunities."
"I'll contact some friends in the Black Gold Gang. Hey, Wenna, listen, I'm the one who killed the person. If anyone wants revenge, let them come for me."
"Thank you, John."
Wenna responded with a smile, left the passenger seat, removed her tie knot, and disappeared on the concrete steps littered with fluorescent graffiti and filth.
