Snow globes are dangerous, Monica reflected. Staring out the windshield, she kept the car idling as she waited for her partner in crime to join her.
A flurry of rushing activity burst outward as a petite teenage girl raced from the alleyway Monica stared at. The teenage girl stumbled into the car. She opened the grocery bag in her hands to check her quarry as Monica pulled onto the road.
“How much, Sylvie?” Monica inquired.
“Um… 10 bottles of Oxy. And here, for the collection,” she replied, pulling out a miniature snow globe and placing it on the dash.