Four
Honk!
Hooonnnk!
The pickup driver following Katty’s car blasted his horn. Awful squeal of tires on concrete.
She cringed at the sound.
He barely stopped his truck from rear-ending Katty.
She could almost hear the words his mouth had to be cussing and feel the daggers his eyes were shooting at her back right now.
God!
The sound of his horn vibrated every cell of her being. Her head might explode.
Shouldna done that.
Shoulda waited at the stop sign.
Damn! Katty slammed her fist on the steering wheel and glanced in her rearview mirror.
The pickup had to be inches from her bumper. The guy finally backed off. Only now the cop cars at the convenience store were visible.
She had seen that pickup coming, but didn’t want to stop. She was running away. Or running to.
She’d die eit
