“Did you take a picture?” The second the words are out of my mouth I realize how dumb it sounds. The car crawls to a stop, and out of the corner of my eye I can see King slowly turn his face toward me. “I’m sorry, I must be losing my fucking mind because it sounded like you just asked me if I took her picture.” He waits a beat for me to answer, but I don’t. “What? You figured I’d just casually take out my phone and snap a pic of her fucking face? As if she wouldn’t immediately call the cops on me for that? Are you insane? Seriously, that’s fucking creepy. Even for us.”
