That night, yelling jerked Tori awake. She shook her head. Was she dreaming? Again, loud voices pierced the nighttime. She rushed to the front window and saw her SUV in the street instead of the driveway. Lee held a handgun. The new neighbor, Brook, was in a fight with some guys.
Autumn wandered up. “What’s going on?”
“I think someone’s stealing my car. Call 911.” Tori jumped into her boots, wearing only her nightshirt, wielding a baseball bat.
Brook struggled with three strangers as fists flew. She was losing.
Lee fired two shots into the lawn. “Brooklyn, move back so I can shoot the bastards.”
Tori ran up and screamed, “Yee ha!” She swung her bat twice into the hip of one stranger who fought with Brook. The sound of wood on bone pleased her. The crook collapsed, moaning. Brook trade
