CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Whoever was driving the Cadillac didn't waste any time. When the first gunshot cracked, I dove to the floor.
Bo swerved the car to the right. My "gun" hand slipped out of my gabardine. Juanita saw it and that malevolent look flashed in her eyes again.
The woman let out a guttural scream, and the next thing I knew, she had her hands around Bo's throat, red nails digging into his flesh.
CRACK!
Another bullet hit the driver's side mirror, shattering the glass.
Bo cut the wheel, launching Juanita against the window.
I grabbed her hands and pulled her off Bo. She was stronger than she looked. Pulling Juanita off Bo was like pulling a tiger away from a meal. She turned on me, teeth bared. Out of sheer luck, I grabbed her wrist before she gouged a nail into my eye.
CRACK!
