CHAPTER THREE
“THAT...OOH!” DEE PUNCHED the dashboard of Winston’s brand new Ford Mustang. “I could kill him. I’ll kill him!”
“Whoa, whoa.” Winston sped through the expressway. “Can you please not take out your frustrations on my new car, babe?”
“How could they deny the protective order?” She slapped the window. “That judge is an i***t saying there wasn’t sufficient cause for an order. The man drugged and kidn*pped me! Is everyone around here mad?”
“I tell you.” Winston’s cinnamon-brown curls blew in the passing breeze. “It’s getting harder and harder to work for the law when we’re getting no justice.” He switched lanes. “Did you see how smug Jonathan looked? I wanted to rip his head off. I’m sick of him getting away with everything, Dee.”
She turned, catching the disdain in his passi
