"You mark my words, Ford, I will be back." And she finally left.
I thought I'd be relieved of her good riddance but she only left me fuming in my seat. It's not that I'm worried that dumb cow would find any proof against me. I doubt she can even spell the word 'evidence' even if her life depended on it.
I know for a fact she can't prove any of her pointless accusations against me because I really wasn't planning on going into any business with our famous 'Fred the killer', let alone be it anything illegal; I'm completely innocent of her absurd allegations. She can't find proof of something that wasn't ever gonna happen.
However, the actual root of my maddening rage is that good for nothing twit went through my stuff! That bitch can cause me some serious trouble if she runs her mouth in front of the police, especially in front of someone like that Lt. Richards' kind or even any of my enemies.
