I stood in the lobby, the setting sun peering into the small space. The receptionist typed on her computer with her comically long nails, you could tell she worked at a nail salon. I rarely went to get my nails done, but today was a special occasion.

"Bonnie will see you now" the young girls chipper voice invited me into the main room. I walked back with her, noticing her arm covered in tattoos. A beautiful winding stair case went from her wrist to her shoulder with many cartoon characters decorating it. There was zombie woman in a shirt dress sitting on one of the steps, winking. Mickey and Minnie danced at the top and Donald duck ran from a toy dog. The last thing I could see was a slinky going down.

She lead me to my seat where an older woman sat, smiling. Her hair was tied up in a messy bun, evidence of her long day of work. I say through talking about my life and asking questions about hers, trying to seem nonchalant. In reality, I was attempting to throw everyone off my trail.

Gunshot residue didn't come off by just washing your hands, you needed chemicals they only offered in nail salons.