"And you probably won't again," Carmen mused, because she knew she was running out of things to take. Her lips pursed for a moment as she thought.
There was Graumans, of course, but after that what? The Santa Monica pier, perhaps. No, not the pier but the ocean beyond it. The smallest of smiles tugged at her lips as she thought of the Pacific Ocean. It was doable, but she'd done it before. She hated to repeat a theft, granted she hadn't done it here.
She sighed again. It was still a repeat. "I suppose the tourists will have to find something else to crowd."