…And then clearly thinks better of it.

"Alright then. I'll leave you to it."

"Have a good night, Jimmy," she replies before shutting the door and walking over to the phone.

She picks up the handset and dials a number from memory.

"This is Harper.

"Yes, Hailey Harper. I'd like to make a dinner reservation for thirteen."

Once that's all confirmed, she hangs up and heads down to the basement, counting out thirteen of the gold coins into a small stack, then heads back up to the living room and looks up a glazier in the phone book while she waits, leaving a message asking to schedule a window replacement as soon as possible.

Before too long, a large van pulls up, and an older gentleman knocks on her door, backed by several burly-looking men, all carrying various forms of cleaning equipment.

She opens the door to let them all in. "Charlie."

He tips his hat as the other men enter. "Hailey."

The men get to work, moving bodies, cleaning floors, and clearing away damaged decorations. There's a lot to clean up, but there are a lot of them, and they work with practiced efficiency.

She watches over it all dispassionately.

She's tired as fuck, but she doesn't get to rest yet. 

Still work to do.

At least Charlie's men are as reliable as always. 

When they finish up, she drops the coins into his outstretched palm with a quick cli-cli-cli-clink of metal on metal.

Charlie nods to her again as he's paid, and then he and his men file back into the van, driving away into the night.

Awful damned day.

Hailey packs a suitcase, including two stacks of coins, and a few more in her pocket, then locks the chest back up.

She loads the suitcase into the trunk of the loaner, along with a case containing the shotgun, sniper rifle, and a bunch of ammo for both of those and Mae.

And then she drives to the city. It's a bit over an hour to her destination in lower Manhattan.

She pulls to a stop in the loading zone out front, gets out her suitcase and duffel, and passes the key to a valet before heading inside.

A woman watches from inside the coffee shop across the street, staring intently over her drink as the doors close behind the other woman.

A woman is talking to the concierge at the front desk, and turns to look at Hailey as she takes her keycard.

Huh. She arches an eyebrow at her.

Been a while since she's seen Perkins.

Perkins winks at her as she walks past, to the elevators.

"Nice seeing you, Hailey."

Hailey gives her a sharp, short nod. 

"Perkins."

Then up she goes to the counter.

The small woman at the front desk looks up as she arrives.

"Hello, Mrs. Harper. I have you for two nights?"

Ah, despite herself it's good to see Emillia again.

"Depends how business goes. Could be more."

She smiles.

"Then we look forward to having you."

She looks around a bit.

"Looks all shiny in here. When'd the old girl get a facelift?"

"Oh, around four years ago—but she really hasn't changed much."

She smiles and pats her desk lovingly.

A faint glimmer ripples along the surface of the stone counter-top. 

Interesting.

She arches an eyebrow at Emi. "Same owner?"

That too. She giggles.

"Same owner."

That's good.

She pulls a coin out of her pocket and slides it across the counter.

"Thank you."

She smiles appreciatively.

"You're in room eight-eighteen."

She nods appreciatively and turns to head for the elevator.