RICHARD LAUGHED WHEN I PULLED OUT THE GUN.
“What is this, some sort of half-assed robbery?” he said, snickering.I glared at him, my hands itching to grab at his throat and choke his Spanish accent off of the face of the earth. I still had some things to learn, this being my first break-in, but he didn’t have to laugh. I mean, after all, everyone knows robbers always have guns on them.
His brown eyes rushed through a rare moment of seriousness as his fingers quickly disassembled the pistol.
