Stepp opened the passenger door of his IROC for Vicki. “You okay, Mouse? That was some crazy s**t, huh?”
Vicki slid onto the seat and didn’t respond. She stared dead ahead through the windshield. Stepp ran around the front of the car, and she watched him cup a fist and blow into his fingers to warm them. She darted her gaze at him when he slammed the driver’s side door shut and shivered.
“Is … Is he dead?”
“Who? My client?”
She nodded as her eyes grew big.
“Look, Vic. I don’t want you to worry. You need to know something about him.”
“Can you tell me while we’re driving? I wanna get the flip out of here. This place is giving me the heebie-jeebies.”
Stepp started the car and pulled onto the roadway. He spoke as he navigated the streets toward the outskirts of town. “That guy was unsta
