Chapter 38: AnaThe black Mustang cut in front of her and Ana slammed on the brakes. “Stupid motherfucker! Where did you get your license, in grade school?”
The stack of folders on the shotgun seat slid off, leaving a mess of papers on the floor. “Son of a bitch.” She gave the driver the finger, then bent to recover the topmost batch of papers, the ones she had barely had time to print out before leaving the lab, now in danger of being ruined by the greasy Whataburger wrapper they had fallen onto. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the Mustang swerve as the driver tried to force his way into the faster lane, then swerve back, his brake lights suddenly flashing red.
Again Ana hit the brakes. “Ow.” The seat belt cut painfully into her boobs before she fell back into her seat, having at l
