The windows vanished and the shops grew more and more crowded. A shop window caught her eye and she stopped, the bag slowly sliding off her arm to rest against the ground as she considered a wide selection of knives. Tom eyed the bag and wondered how likely she was to just put it down and forget it. Probably too likely. “Maybe it’d be best if I took charge of this,” Tom suggested. Da’shay surrendered the bag without even a comment. Tom slung the bag over his shoulder, bracing his left arm over the open top to make sure that no one had access to the contents. Then he waited. “Are we going to just stand here all day?” he asked. Da’shay looked around at the crowds of people walking or standing in shop doors or lingering in odd angles created by the uneven walls of the tunnel. “Diamonds all around. Sharp edges like beads on a curtain ready to cut genta girl all up,” she said. Tom stared at her, not even sure where to start on that bit of insanity. Slowly, her gaze shifted to him.
