“OKAY, WHAT’S GOING on, Melissa?” Zack asked once they were back in the car and heading down the road.
“What do you mean?”
Zack admired her attempt to sound innocent and confused, but he had seen and heard people trying to be just about everything a person could be over the years, so he was experienced in telling when a person was lying. “You know something about that domestic disturbance, what is it?”
Melissa hesitated, and then grimaced as she accepted the inevitable. “I think I’m responsible for the husband hitting her,” she said.
“Why do you think that?” Zack didn’t look at Melissa, he was too busy peering through the windscreen in an effort to make out the road ahead. It was a task that was made almost impossible, despite the headlights that Melissa had on high-beam, by the lashin
