Marion sat back in disgust and watched the omega plow through a tray full of fast food. They could have had this clandestine meeting at a posh, gourmet restaurant. But Florence Greene had insisted on the local McDonalds. Marion sipped on her iced tea, and waited impatiently for the older woman to polish off her second quarter-pounder. Marion didn’t even know who this woman was, she was just the friend of a friend of someone’s sister-in-law’s cousin. All Marion knew was that supposedly the woman was disgruntled enough with the Black Crow pack that she would be willing to give out information, for the right price, and a large vanilla milkshake.
Marion slid the 8x10 across the table. “Is this her?”
Florence Greene squinted at the picture. “Yep.” She screwed up her face, “Uppity littl
