Wren smiled, too, a closed-mouthed, cold thing that came from a different source of satisfaction. "Good luck finding a body, bitch," she mused as the door closed on Annie Robinette's heels.
Wren settled into her chair and crossed her legs. When she did send a text, it wasn't to a mythical lawyer named Katherine Williams, but to a coworker named Penny, who also had a taste for human flesh, and didn't mind being on the receiving end of a call like that.
'Thanks for joining me for dinner and drinks the other night! You're a lifesaver. Mwah! ;) '