Heather drove into the heart of Richmond, to a part of the city along the James River known as Shockhoe Bottom. There she managed to find a tiny parking space Mack had to admit even a compact car wouldn’t have fit into. “One of the major benefits of driving a Smart car,” Heather admitted. “Sort of makes up for the lack of a back seat.”
“At least you have a legit excuse not to drive when someone asks you to,” Mack pointed out. “I can’t imagine you have much trunk space, either.”
“There’s more room in the back than you’d think,” Heather told her. “Problem is, it’s full at the moment with all my tattooing equipment from the festival.”
Mack frowned. “Aren’t you going back tomorrow?”
“Yeah, but I’m not leaving my stuff there overnight.” Heather looked at her as if she were crazy. “I don’t t
