Edna wasn't going home for sure. She wasn't going to risk her life, especially after what had just happened to her store. She thought of going to Frank and what he was up to. She wondered if he had finally killed himself or if the gang had gotten to him before they came to her store. He was the only one she knew that they (the bikers) probably haven't seen her go to yet. They could be spying on her right now but they couldn't be that dumb to show up in broad daylight.
Nevertheless, she still had unfinished business with Frank and wasn't just going to sit anf wait for the cops to get things done. Only God knows if she wouldn't be dead by then.
She took a cab and stopped at Frank's apartment. It was as tall as hers not not as fancy and decorated. Their elevator was under maintainance so once again, she had to use the stairs. She still hadn't recovered from the stair way she had to climb in her own apartment. Lucky for her, Frank didn't live at the top of the building.
