After the heavy rumble of the BMW X7 faded into the distance, Jane Hobbs wasted no time. She adjusted the driver’s seat of the luxury SUV, feeling the premium leather contour to her back, and took the vehicle for several triumphant laps around the neighborhood. She reveled in the envious stares of pedestrians, only returning to the Hobbs villa when the fuel gauge dipped low.
As she hopped out of the car, her face beaming with a predatory joy, she found Christian Hobbs waiting in the courtyard. Christian looked at the massive, black vehicle and then at her mother, her brow furrowed in immediate suspicion.
"Mom! Why are you driving a car like that? Where is your own?" Christian asked, her voice tight with concern.
"Oh, honey, don't be so dramatic," Jane said, patting the hood of the X7. "
