"And yet my first impression was of you lyin' on the ground needin' your giant, werewolf ass hauled back to your apartment by a girl," she teased. Judith pulled the door of her truck open, tossing her backpack into the barely-there back seat under which her favorite gun of the arsenal she kept in the vehicle was hidden.
Looking back over at Derek, Judith lifted her eyebrows. "I got a lead. You want in? Cuz if not, I'mma have to catch up with you later, mi amigo, I gotta go," she said.