See, I had a routine. I liked routines. Blame it on my Army days, but stuff like that calmed me. Whenever I was having a bad job or a bad breakup, I just breathed, counted to ten, and went and bought myself something shiny.
Seriously, it worked. Some people liked shoes or watches or expensive suits. I liked guns. I liked them a lot. And Evie's guns were my absolute favorites.
This guy I'd been seeing, he'd turned out to not be as nice as I'd thought. Like 'throw me out of a window' not nice. It'd hurt my feelings. He wouldn't take my calls, now, and the last time I'd showed up his wife had threatened to call the cops on me. Since I'm on about fifteen different lists of Dangerously Demented, I decided that that was a breakup and went and got properly drunk at Redford's. Now, three days later, I was showered and mostly sober and ready for shopping.
Red was supposed to meet me here. I was thinking it was time we got the guy his very own toy. But I figured it wouldn't do any harm to start without him, right?
"Evie, as I live and breathe." I strode in with a grin, with all the comfort of a man who was absolutely unconcerned about the face he was probably being filmed or sighted through a scope. Evelyn didn't live this long in her particular business by being lax on security. "You look positively lickable today. New haircut?"