Maybe in my rush to get out of the mansion, I had not noticed how shady Cienna looked as she swayed and stumbled on the path that led to the mansion's entrance. I could see that she had hailed a cab to reach her destination and was relieved that she hadn't driven herself here or had taken a lift from someone who would find out too much about the organization and turn out to be a threat. Of course, most would trust Cienna to remember the security of the mob even before her life as she had been part of it for longer than most people, but I didn't have that sort of faith in her. In my opinion, she could give away vital information to the wrong people.
As I passed her, I smelled the alcohol on her. She reeked. And then there was something else, the pungent smell almost made me recoil in disgust. It's as if she hadn't had a shower in a few days and rolled around in the mud for the same period of time.
