I woke up on the floor, handcuffed rather crudely to the radiator on the wall. The woman sat on a worn coach, watching me curiously. As I looked around the room I noticed that the gun was sitting on a coffee table in front of my host. It sat directly next to the envelope with the money inside. The apartment was old, with worn wallpaper and peeling paint on the ceiling. It was quite a contrast from the young woman in front of me. She was beautiful. She was probably in her late 20’s with cinnamon skin and dark brown hair that fell to her shoulders. She soon spoke.
“Well you’re obviously not here to kill me, because you fainted at the sight of my gun in your face,” she mused.
“You’re obviously not the man I’m supposed to meet, because you are way too young.”
“I’m not that young!” I snapped back like a petulant child. She smirked.
“Who are you kid and what are you doing here?”
“I uh…” I stammered, “I just wanted to know where the money was going. You see, my name is Alvin and I…”
“Alvin, eh?” She interrupted. The lady perked up at the name and looked thoughtful. “Call me Quinn.”
Soon there was a knock at the door. She cursed under her breath and came over to take my handcuffs off.
“Alvin, you’re about to find out what happens to that money. Go sit over there and don’t say anything.
Quinn opened the door. Two men were soon entering the apartment. One was scrawny guy about my height and build, with slick greasy hair and a tattoo down his cheek. The other was a big, muscular gentleman whose head almost hit the ceiling of the small apartment.
“Who’s that?” the big guy boomed as he pointed at me. I think my heart stopped.
“Easy, Frank, don’t worry about him. Where’s my stuff?”
“Right here,” said the smaller guy. He put a duffle bag on the table. “Top quality.”
“What’s that?” I squeaked. They all glared at me.
“Is this guy for real?” boomed Frank. “Who is he?”
“He’s with me,” said Quinn. “Now you want to finish this or not?”
She handed them the envelope with the cash. They looked counted it and left without saying a word. I was still frozen to my seat as she took the bag and put its contents under a false floor board in the kitchen. She soon came back.
“Hey kid, snap out of it, lets go.”
She walked me back from her apartment to the laundromat.
“Alvin,” she said as she put her hand on my shoulder, “this isn’t smoothing a kid like you should be involved in. If you aren’t useful, Theo will kill you.
I stood in silence as I watched her walk away. It soon dawned on me that she knew who I was as soon as I said my name. No one had known who I was in any of the meetings I had been to before. Did that mean I was starting to be recognized, or did Quinn know more about my situation?
“Hey, wait!” I yelled.
I watched as she turned the corner as she walked down the block. I ran after her down the block, but she was gone.