Page 22 of The Devil She Knows
Sam’s jaw dropped.
Sothiswas where they kept the food.
Rows upon rows of shelves crammed with food filled the refrigerated vault, easily the size of the market down the block from Sam’s apartment.
“Don’t let the edible gold distract you. Javier, Felix, I’m talking to you.” Melissa tossed her own duffel bag on the concrete floor. “Remember our priorities and stick to ’em. Let’s go, people.”
If they were stealing food, maybe it wasn’t so bad. Maybe it was a … a Robin Hood type of thing. Steal from the rich and give to the hungry. Sam could maybe get behind a mission like that.
The group scattered and she, not knowing what to do, wandered over to the nearest shelf and read the labels:
GOOSENECK BARNACLES:
Harvested from the northern Atlantic coast of Iberia. Five hundred dollars per kilogram.
CACIOCAVALLO PODOLICO:
Cave-aged, stretched curd cheese from free-range cows from Basilicata. One hundred and forty dollars per kilogram.
JAMÓNIBÉRICO DEBELLOTA:
Whole, bone-in, dry-cured ham from purebred, acorn-fed black Iberian pigs. Three thousand dollars.
KOPI LUWAK:
Partially digested and fermented coffee beans collected from the fecal matter of wild Asian palm civets. Arabica robusta blend,medium roast. One hundred and fifty dollars per one hundred grams.
