• Fire Sauce by David Moss

    “Any sauce?”

    “Fire Sauce,” the guy in the Monte Carlo said.

    Bryce put a handful of Mild Sauce in the bag and handed it through the drive-thru window.

    He’d done it thousands of times before so it was probably only a matter of time before someone reacted how the guy in the Monte Carlo did.

    He reached under his seat and pointed a gun out his window. “You heard me say Fire Sauce?”

    “Yeah.”

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