CHAPTER 50

“That’s a joke, right?” Philip asks.

“No. It’s not a fucking joke. I can’t think of any better way to get food poisoning and ruin a perfectly bad day than to have a mega-burrito from Manabertos.” I swear if Philip doesn’t pull in, I’m jumping out.

He swings the car into the parking lot and I tell him to go around to the drive-thru.

“I heard a rumor that all the cats go missing in this neighborhood.”

“I heard the same rumor about dogs,” I deadpan back.

He pulls up to the window. “And you’re still eating one of those things?”

“You plan on stopping me?”

He orders a mega-burrito and two large sodas. “Be sure to get lots of napkins,” I tell him because the burritos leak out a gallon of runny fat and God knows what else.

Philip thrums his fingers on the steering wheel. “We’re not eating in the car. We can go to the park or something. I’ll never get the smell out if you open the bag in here.”

“Do I need to remind you that it’s over one ten out there?”

He turns, lifts his sunglasses, and give