Jocelyn Victoria Beatrice Harmon AKA Tonic
Location: Westside of the Theater District, East of Hell’s Kitchen; One the Streets and Avenues of Manhattan
May 6th, 2012
The ride to the apartment was uneventful after that. Probably due to my doubling back. Quickly I parked the bike next to my Honda Civic and reaching into my jacket pocket I toss Lenora the keys to the car and hand her about 40 dollars. “Hop in and keep her running I will be right down. I am used to this. Sadly I pack light and live out of suitcases...well suitcase. Be out in a jiffy.”
I run up the stairs trying not to think about how Finnlay is probably not happy with me. How he's as close to a normal relationship I got and it scared me so I took off. For as long as I have been alive no one has ever come that close. Before I know it I am at my door and unlocking it. I stuff all the clothes in my suitcase which is indeed lying open. Thankfully I had washed all my clothes just yesterday at the laundromat. Then I grab the kit.
The kit is a one stop shop for getting the hell out of Dodge. Lighter fluid, matches, ammonia…basic necessities for arson and erasing my DNA. Ammonia gets splashed all over the bathroom. Bathtub, sink, toilet, floor everywhere. The same with the kitchen. Using ammonia soaked rags to wipe off cutlery that gets tossed in the sink. I am not taking it and this place is going up in smoke. Literally. The bed, couch, chairs lighter fluid in copious amounts. Then as I am walking out strike a match and it goes up in flames quickly. Doing the same to the couch and furniture I walk out the door and with gloves on close it. Rushing down the stairs I pull the fire alarm.
Getting back to Lenora I signal her to pop the trunk. As she does I put my things in the trunk and hop on the bike and start it up. I start to see people scrabble and gun the engine. Safe to say we are getting out of here. I toss the apartment keys along the way to the bar. She follows me back to the bar where just outside is Draco and Pretty Eyes. Amazingly unharmed. Apparently luck is still with us. I quickly write down the address of my place in Boston. “Here this is the address to my place in case we get separated. Oh you have the house key and the cash was if you need to fill up. I will get you there but just in case remember 63 Cart Path Road Weston, MA. I have to meet up with...a contact to get more cash and other things. Do not ask just know that I will be back after about a couple of hours with coffee and breakfast. We have to make this fast so in you go and off we go.” I sync up my bluetooth to my phone and put my hair in a low ponytail put my earpiece in then put on my helmet. Setting the phone to read texts or emails I rev the bike and speed off. I am sure that Lenora can keep up with me. About an hour out of Boston I get an email.‘I have some jobs that you could do for some quick cash it just depends on what your willing to do. And If you need a place to laylow and stay I can help you there to.’
Fortunately luck seems to be holding and we get to the house just fine. I wave and speed off to the pre arranged meeting place not wanting to keep Finnlay waiting. I am about five minutes early and park and pull off my helmet walking over to the bandstand. Butterflies in my stomach and I am drag ass tired and hoping he does not blow me off.