Brianna's stomach had indeed betrayed her. She looked at the greasy menu with a look of pure disdain. "A salad. And tell them to hold the dressing. And the croutons."
"So... a bowl of wet lettuce. Got it," Rochelle muttered, placing the order.
Just as the employee reached out to take Rochelle's card, the black Cadillac's lights flashed. The briefcases were in and the car was moving.
"They're leaving!" Brianna snapped.
Rochelle didn't even wait for the change. She shoved a thick stack of bills, more than the employee's monthly salary, into the confused boy's hand. "Keep the change! Keep the fries! Just give me the bag!"
Then she floored it, the car roared as it swerved out of the drive-through and back onto the tail of the black Cadillac.
"The heist continues," Rochelle panted, shoving a chicken nugget into her mouth with one hand while steering with the other.
Brianna sat back, her eyes narrowing as the wind began to howl against the windows.
