A couple hours earlier...
"Hey, kid, are you alright?" Graves inquired, elbowing Myrna, who seemed to be in a zombie-like state.
"I haven't slept in 3 days. I need sleep." Myrna wheezed, leaning back onto the brick wall. "give me a hit."
"Isn't easy to quit, now is it?" Graves sneered. "I told you so."
Myrna, her eyes glazed over in fatigue, smiled up at her cunning Graverobber lover weakly as he drew away the Zydrate gun from her pale inner thigh.
Graves ran his free hand through the female jewel-thief's black and violet hair, his painted lips curling into a slight smile, eager for his payment.
"See? That helped a lot. Now cough up." She raised a pale lace covered arm lazily, handing Graverobber the money for her recent hit of Zydrate with her index and third fingers.
She tapped his nose, and opened her mouth to speak. "One more thing, tiger."
Graves raised a brow silently in response.
"Put me in that crate. I m gonna pass out for sure." Myrna let out a breathy groan.
"Whatever Gem" he said, picking her up carrying her over his shoulder to a very well hidden recyclables crate.