We were in our brand new nest. My clothing selection was crippled as I had been forced to leave most of my beautiful garments behind. I put on the outfit from the night before and mentally planned the items I had to buy. Gabriel had stolen the wallet of the older man from the night before and he had left the two of us quite a handsome legacy. Of course the prostitute had quite a large sum in her handbag, probably after being paid for her night’s services. It meant we had a substantial amount of money to play with. Gabriel and I left the apartment to start the hunt, locking the doors behind us as we left. Outwardly we seemed like the perfect newlywed couple, and to our neighbours we would be nothing more than a loved up duo who had moved in without much fanfare. We took the stairs down to the foyer to begin our hunt. As we reached the bottom we found quite a scene. The lift was out of bounds with huge banners criss crossing the entrance, emblazoned with the warning: Police Line, Do Not Cross.
