In a heartbeat
| heard Swayer's footsteps come up beside me and felt his
warm arm curl around my shoulders.
| had no tears, for | wasn't sad, just angry.
Very angry.
"You're sure someone stole it?" Swayer's
voice said close to my ear.
"How else would it disappear Swayer? Obviously some shithead asshole put it in
their car and drove off." | yelled.
He looked taken aback but quickly regained himself.
"I'm sorry, I'm just mad." | said.
"You don't need to apologize, Penelope,' he tightened his arms around me, "it can't be that hard to find, could it? | mean, it's a Ducati for Christ sake. If we see someone riding around with it, we'll know. Not a lot