Private Dick – Best Job Ever – chapter 2
– The breath lozenge tasted like wintergreen and desperation – the kind of flavor that makes you acutely aware of your own grime. Gwen’s nose wrinkled slightly, but her smirk never wavered. She just patted my cheek like I was a misbehaving dog she found charming. “Hop in, hero,” she purred, sliding into the driver’s seat with the practiced ease of someone who’d spent too much time in cars worth more than houses. The leather groaned under me as I climbed in, still half-convinced it was a hallucination brought on by bad dumpster food. After a satisfying greasy cheeseburger, we stopped at a gas station. She ordered, “Fill her with premium. I’ll get condoms.” Once we climbed back in, she pressed “Inizio”, the start button. The quad-turbo V16 engine snarled to life again. “You’re staring …