Who: Vaughn What: Memory crazy. Where: 9th floor stairwell. When: Awhile after the LL's voice post. Warnings: TBD.
There were things to consider.
Vaughn didn't -- not for a single second -- trust Boyd. She didn't believe the girl would come alone or with any legitimate intentions to their meeting. Then again, the girl was a child. And something of an idiot. Which was a concession in the grand scheme, she supposed, as she sank to the floor of the stairwell in a beggar's crouch. Prying a lighter loose, she engulfed her cigarette's end with a snake's hiss of butane.
The girl was inconsequential. She could be put on a leash. Vaughn pulled that sterling chain from a pocket, watching the safety deposit key dangling before her eyes in curls of smoke.