“But I like when my friend is happy,” she continued, ignoring Sadie’s comment. “And I’ve never seen Sadie smile like she did when you got all mushy after sucking her face off against that SUV.” Sadie slapped both hands over her face. “Gladys, please stop!” She waved Sadie off, then pointed that boney finger at me and wiggled it threateningly. “But mark my words, Reed. If you hurt my friend or make her cry, I have my own ways of making you suffer. And I have a network of old broads who’ve read enough crime thrillers to know where to hide the bodies,” Gladys warned, making my brows rise.
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