Chapter 8: you stink
When you have a job where, from one day to the next, someone might come knocking at your door to arrest you, it’s best to have an emergency plan—or at least an escape route. Victor was cautious enough to think about it, but maybe I should remind him that the sewers? He must not have a very refined sense of smell.
Reaching a particular wall, I ran my fingers over its surface, searching for a distinct sound near a loosely placed brick.
Click.
Immediately, a passage revealing a long, dark corridor appeared. It led to the basement of the building occupied by Victor, and similar hidden pathways were scattered everywhere to prepare for certain circumstances. The moment I stepped out, I took a deep breath of fresh air.
Then, I hurried up the stairs.
"Sirius, where have you been? You sure took your time!"
Lucy stood there, holding a tray with a jug of hot water and some towels.
Strange, I hadn’t even noticed her before she spoke... She must still be suppressing her presence without realizing it.
"I was taking a bath," I replied.
She stared at me oddly before stifling a laugh.
"Seriously? Is now really the time for a bath? And how do you reek so badly? Did you wash yourself with skunk piss?"
Do I really smell that bad? They say humans can adapt to anything... Has this stench become normal for me?