Van
My grip of the man's collar tightened, twisting as his face reddened and his eyes bulged wider. He was easily six inches taller and fifty pounds heavier, yet I didn't falter. “Say that again."
The bodyguard's voice came between gasps of air, small puffs of condensation rising between us. “Sir, I took her to the waiting car." His complexion continued to morph from ashen to a ruddy shade of red as he coughed and stiffened. “You were there."
“Michael's car is right there," I said, pointing toward the sedan with my free hand as Michael now came my way. “What f*****g car did you take her to?"
“You were in it. I'm sorry…" He reached for my hand. “Please. I thought it was you."
The normal commotion around us faded into my rage-induced fury.
It was as if a lever had been pushed, chang
