The Tainted Cup (Shadow of the Leviathan #1)

by Robert Jackson Bennett

Then her face lit up with delight. “Oh! That dead fucker! Right!”

Then I heard her scoff and mutter, ever so softly: “This smug little bitch. Here we fucking go.”

I said, “Looks like a hole.” “How’d you find that?” he said. “I was walking around,” I said, “and used my eyes to see it.”