Capítulo 45: Chapter 45

Domingo Ramirez smelled yucky.

Well, his place smelled like shit anyway. Literally. Like there were no functioning toilets in the cesspool that Domingo was passing off as a home these days. Given his penchant toward ickiness, Katie was willing to bet the man himself smelled equally bad.

"This is so far beneath me," Katie lamented, wrinkling her nose in disgust.

With a sigh of disgust, she pulled on her leather gloves, more to protect her delicate hands than out of worry for leaving fingerprints, and set about finding her prize. She allowed herself the occasional grumbling complaint as she sorted through the dirty clothes, broken furniture and gag-worthy amounts of empty booze bottles that littered the entire hovel. She reminded herself repeatedly as she searched that if everything went according to plan she could go back to breaking into gorgeous penthouses, castles and chateaus while leaving this disgusting little shanty a one-time deal.