When Mack saw Sam pull up, she glared daggers at the boy. This was all his fault. He had as good as betrayed her, and she wasn't about to let it slide. She blew out a plume of smoke and stared at him as he stood in front of her.
"You've got a lot of nerve showing up here," she snapped, her glare narrowing. "What the fuck do you want, murderer?"