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“The garage door,” she admitted, shaking her head at herself. “It had that fucking security feature that won’t let it close if something is in the way so animals and little kids don’t get crushed, y’know? Well, they shoved something in the way as I walked away. Didn’t see them. Then when the door opened up again, they just waltzed right in.”
“Fuck, that sucks.”
“There was no other way in. Which I assume they figured out by staking me out like we are staking them out.”
“You don’t have a guard on your inventory?”
“Well, I do now,” she said. At my expectant look, she shrugged as she stabbed another fry into her milkshake. “I stole a guard dog from the drug dealers next door. She’s already used to barking at people like she’s going to bite your face off. So I figured she was worth it.”
“You stole a dog from drug dealers,” I repeated, lips twitching, enjoying the idea more than I probably should have.
“They kept her outside year-round. Liberated her is more like it. At least she has air conditioning and heat now. And something soft to sleep on. Do you have a dog?”
“No, why?”
“Apparently, I’m supposed to name her. I’ve never named anything before.”
“Me either,” I said, nodding. “I work too much for pets.”
“I do too. But she’s going to live at my work, so, really, the only time she’ll be alone is when I’m not working. Which isn’t often.”
“If you can get your inventory back.”
“When I get my inventory back,” she corrected.
“There’s six of them. And now they have a lot of weaponry. How do you plan to take all of them on?” I asked.
She sat with that a second, a fry going soggy in her milkshake before she remembered to plop it in her mouth. “I don’t know yet, but I plan to figure it out.”
“Do you think they are planning to take over your work in the area?” I asked.
“I have no idea. It’s that or they are planning to make big moves against someone else,” she said, piercing me with those big brown eyes. “Is that what your boss is worried about?”
“More or less. I’m supposed to figure out what their plans are and report back.”
“So, what I’m hearing is I should hope that they want to off all of you guys. Then I can just waltz in there, step over some bodies, and collect my goods.”
“It’s sweet how concerned you are for my welfare,” I teased, getting a small lip twitch out of her. That felt like a feat, because I got the feeling that Saylor was not the kind of woman who smiled easily or often.
“I think this is one of those ‘better you than me’ sort of situations,” she said, dunking another fry.
“Is that good?” I asked, eyeing my ketchup as I picked at my fries.
“Try it,” she said, waving at the milkshake as she set her focus on her chicken instead.
“I’ve been eating fries wrong my whole life,” I declared as the tastes combined to something unexpected and delicious.
“That’s the only way I like chocolate,” she told me. “But you can’t knock disco fries. Or pizza fries either. Really, you just can’t go wrong with a fried potato, period.”
“The only way you like chocolate?” I asked, dubious. “Cake? Chocolate bars? Cookies?”
“White cake, gummy candies, and oatmeal cookies,” she said.
“Huh,” I said, thinking of my own addiction to chocolate.
“What?” she asked.
“Chocolate is the only way to keep my sister Mira from ripping off my face sometimes,” I admitted.
