The Hummer was just about to hit the highway cutoff, when Avé's phone lit up.<em>Purple Haze.</em>played out instead of the usual droning ring tone. The girl was big on music. The song was deliberately symbolic of the source of the caller on other line. With a huff and a jabbing motion, Avé's snatched the phone and looked at the caller ID. Her short manicured thumb nail dug into the green button. "I told you that I don't need another supply for a few more weeks Gio. What do you want?" She barked. There was no answer. Avé's eyes narrowed as counted the seconds of silence. Avé could hear breathing on the other line and it was pissing her off. "Who the fuck is this?!"  When there was still no answer, her voice went harsher than usual.<br/><br/>"Look you fuck-face-motherfucker-"<br/><em>"It's Angelo!"</em><br/>"I don't know any fucking Angelos."<br/><em>"I work for-look lady, Gio got messed up. One of his buys went bad and he got his ass burned. I'm just supposed to give you the message is all."</em><br/>"Fuck."<br/><em>"The boss still doesn't know who did it, but-"</em><br/><br/>She spun the wheel to the right and cut everyone off in the last two lanes. Stepping on the gas, she floored it to the nearest exit downtown. Avé hung up, having all the information she needed. Frankly, she didn't really give a rat's ass about her dead drug supplier. Gio was a lowlife middleman that she felt needed<em>her</em>generosity. A friend of her dead lowlife ex boyfriend. It seemed ironic to her that the two had succumb to the same fate. She felt no remorse at learning of his demise, but worried about her links to the company itself. She wondered also, if his boss found out about all the freebies he had been giving Avé and the brothel. Promises of a sexual encounter or two were out of play now at least. That gave the pimp a nice warm feeling inside.<br/><br/><br/>She looked over at Dee and mumbled something about going to the red light district. And that the girl should stay in the car if she knew what was good for her. Who knew if the ho comprehended anything Avé had said? She was toastier than she had ever seen her. It was kind of a good thing. The more fucked up she was to walk, the less she had to worry about her getting out and finding trouble while Avé was gone.<br/><br/>Before Avé settled on a parking spot, she scoped the area for blue lights hiding in alleyways and anything else that looked dangerously close to a cop. It was her lucky night. No one around but the whores from other brothels hanging on the street corners, and neighborhood junkie hanging off their balcony's. Avé parked the on a darkened street side, a few blocks from where she had to be. Flinging on a black, mid length coat to cover up her red corset top and way-too-tight-jeans. It reached a little passed her thighs, but did nothing to hide her knee high boots. It made her look like one of<em>them.</em>The streetwalkers.<br/><br/>Still, none of them had a semiautomatic Px4 Berreta nestled in any of<em>their</em>coat pockets. The piece was lightweight, and did the job good, if she needed it done. Her bullets were untraceable, and she was a trigger happy bitch, so she was mostly, always in the clear. Her slender fingers had a tight grip on the gun shaft. Her index finger already engaged on the trigger. She was on her way to pay Gio’s ’headquarters a visit. To her semi dissatisfaction, the place was locked up and no one was around. It was strange, because there was always someone there. The seclusion wasn‘t going to stop her from getting what she wanted, regardless. Avé freed her hands up, to get her lock pick out. Shimming the old rusted knob’s barrier was a piece of cake. With a<em>click</em>, she was in. She refrained from switching on any lights, she wasn’t a moron. Moving throughout the ugly, messy ass office, she hit the usual places Gio would shift through. Anything she saw with the companies name on it, she snatched. File cabinets were raided and emptied of all contents of her sister’s company ever existing . If her source was dead, she didn’t want another scumbag trying to home in on his business. The only reason she and Gio did business was because of the sheer fact that they each had blackmail on each other.<br/><br/>It took her a little less than twenty minutes to get every thing her sticky fingers could carry, and she was out the door in a heart beat. Her legs moved quickly down the winding stair case. A large folder clutched under her arm, and her left hand back in her pocket, clutched around her Px4’s trigger. Her pace back down the street was slow.