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She dips her chin to her chest as if she’s verifying if this information is true or not.
“How many have you done so far?”
“I have only two left for the night.”
“How do you determine who needs to die?”
We were told not to share this part of our lives with the outside world. Up until this point, I’ve never broken a Church rule. I’ve never had a reason to. However, whenever she asks me anything, I can’t help but tell her the truth. Is this what my brother’s feel when they are with the women at the Nunnery?
“Bishops assign us the jobs. They are the ones that decipher who need to be eradicated. Our job is to follow through with the kill.”
“Do you ever question it?” She stops in the middle of the sidewalk to turn and look at me.
“I mean, if I know one thing, whenever man is involved with anything something is likely to be tainted. How do you know for sure that the people you’re killing actually committed the crimes?”
Before answering her question, I give it a good thought. Lucien asked this once when we were still young boys. Priest told us that he’d thought of it too. He said that when he was younger, he made a kill that he regretted. Something about a woman hiding children. Its why he always taught us to do our own research.
Everyone on my menu tonight has been verified, except one—my last kill for the night.
“I know,” I explain to her.
She seems to mull over my answer for a moment, before nodding. We go back to walking, a lot slower than I’d prefer. Her gait is shorter than mine, she’s out of shape, plus those shoes are preventing her from walking faster.
“You need shoes,” I observe out loud.
Her laughter has my eyes cutting down at her. I like the way her face changes when she laughs. Even the sound of the high pitch noise is soothing.
“What? You’re not a fan of the stripper heels?” She asks and her teeth chatter. It’s a brisk fall night, but with my hoodie on she shouldn’t be shivering the way she is.
“Don’t be stupid, Boy. You know what’s wrong with her.” My mother’s voice taunts. I ignore her.
“Come on.”
Placing a hand on Summer’s shoulder, I steer her down a different street. We walk three blocks out of the way to get to one of those fancy boutiques that sells shoes. She stops in front of the glass doors.
“Gabriel, you’re not seriously about to buy me shoes from here?”
I don’t answer. Instead, I head toward the door.
“It’s nearly eleven o’clock. The sign on the door says they close at ten.”
Looking through the glass doors I spot a woman inside moving around the store.
I tap on the glass, and she looks up at me. Her face pulls down into a frown.
“I hate to break this to you,” Summer says getting my attention. She folds her skinny arms over her chest. “But even if she does decide to open back up for you, they’re not going to allow me to go in there.”
“Why?”
She looks down at herself and then back up to me as if it’s obvious. It’s not. I try to study her face in hopes that her emotions will give away why they won’t allow her inside this store.
She rolls her eyes and sighs. “Never mind.”
I knock on the glass once more causing the woman inside to roll her eyes. However, she walks over to the door and unlocks it.
“I’m sorry, but we’re closed,” the woman says.
“We will be quick, and I’m paying in cash,” I tell her.
