Do you think it has something to do with the d**g pushers?" Sheree kept one eye on the front door to the Quickmart as we ate.
"I dunno. Feels wrong. Those cars are sixty-five thousand or more apiece. I suspect that's more than these low-level gangs ever move. And these guys were real pros. Real good."
Sheree gave Delaney a wicked smile. "Just not good enough, huh, baby?"
Whatever Sheree thought about it, she'd long ago decided that anything that had to be done to protect Delaney was acceptable. Far beyond that, she was making it clear to Delaney that she'd done the right thing.
Delaney finished the last of her third hot dog. She'd replaced her breakfast and then some. Her nerves had evened out. "Nope. Not near..." She stopped staring at the table. "I think, maybe, they were older too."
