“Whoa!”
Leo recognized the small, fascinated voice without having to turn and look. “What are you doing back here, Samir? I know damn well you’re not supposed to be—”
“Is that a body?” Samir whispered. He shuffled closer. “Can I see it?”
Gordy looked at Leo, and Leo looked back, shaking his head. “No,” Leo growled, giving Samir a proper glare. “It’s not a bo—”
“Oh em gee,” Samir said, eyes suddenly shining, face splitting into a wide smile. “Is it the guy with the white car? Did you finally f**k him up?” He dropped into a pseudo karate stance, punching out with each fist. “Take that! And that!”
“Samir, it’s not a body! And stop the swearing,” Leo scolded. “What would your mother say?”
Samir snorted. “Exactly what you just said, Auntie.” He sneered, waiting for Leo to be offended, shr
