Lauren was distracted as she waited for Anya outside the Sybil Brand Institute for Women. When Anya exited the building, she had to run a gauntlet of aggressive journalists to get to Lauren"s car. Although Anya immediately embraced her, Lauren barely responded. She averted her eyes and quickly pulled away from the curb.
Lauren"s restored white Mercedes 250 SL responded instantly as she adroitly maneuvered past the crowd. She corralled Anya"s hand just as Anya was about to flash an obscene gesture at the journalists and then focused her attention back on the traffic. As she sped toward the marina, she noticed something in her rear view mirror.
“What is it?” Anya asked, glancing over her shoulder in the direction of Lauren"s gaze.
Lauren slowed to catch the red light for a better look. “I
