Felicia gave him a skeptical look for a moment before glancing away. "No need to thank me. I have to keep my girlish figure somehow."
She had almost thought he would leave it at that, but apparently he had some additional questions. "You know the grunts very rarely have a clear view to the top of the food chain, right?" she scoffed, surprised by the rookie line of questioning. "But they did mention something about how it wasn't their fault and there was a garage operating out of Harlem that was putting the heat on guys like them to make big scores...hence coming this far South." Still, she let the police handle that kind of leg work. The last thing she needed was to start following the path back to any of her old colleagues.