She found out about the gym on a morning when she was already having a bad week.
The manager. Derek, she had never called him Derek, she had never called him anything. He met her at the front desk with the expression of a man delivering information he would prefer to be delivering to someone else. The account was flagged. He was very sorry. There was nothing he could do on his end, it was a database-level issue, and until it resolved she would need to make alternative arrangements.
She looked at him for a long moment.
She said thank you and walked out and stood on the pavement outside and thought about Bastien Leclair with an intensity that the pavement probably felt.
Then she walked to the next gym on her list. She kept a list. The next gym was three streets further and had worse show
