The Revenge Plan
Glancing at Wick, I said, “I think that bitch took my groceries.”
At first, Wick didn’t act as if he was going to respond. Then he licked his lips and asked, “She take anything good?”
“Of course,” I hissed. “I had a whole family-sized box full of snack packs in there. The chocolate and vanilla swirl pudding cups, you know.”
He nodded, letting me know he knew.