He snorted at that comment. She was making a joke. Funny.
"Sure thing," his tone was sarcastic, he gave her a stone look and flicked what was left of the cigarette into the dumpster. Now the body would be crispy if there was anything flammable inside. He started to walk off hands in his pockets but he caught sight of something just by the side of the dumpster. It was his victim's wallet. He shuffled through the billfold finding the license. "Here. I'm sure he's got a stash at home."