“HOW COULD YOU JUST shoot him like that!” Julie asked as they sped down the long highway. She leaned on the door, her head pressed against the cool glass. Every time they hit a rock or groove in the road her head would jerk and bang against the window.
“How touching,” Cynthia drawled, shooting Julie with a mock look of concern. “You’re better off without him. He’ll only break your heart. They all do. If I had my way, I’d kill every one of the bastards.”
“Don’t say that.”
“Why not?” When she turned to look at her, Julie cringed at the malevolent look on Cynthia’s face. “That includes your boyfriend back there.” She shrugged and focused straight ahead again. “You know, a person can only lose so much blood....” She let her unspoken words hang in the darkness around them, sending gruesome i
