"This Mercedes S-Class was probably sent by Yvonne Hood," Cloud Lee concluded, her tone sharp. "She was the one who ran the red light and wrecked my car."
"Return it to her," she continued, not giving him a chance to speak. "I only want my own car back."
Seeing Frank’s hesitation, Cloud Lee narrowed her eyes. "You guessed who it was too, didn't you?"
Frank shrugged helplessly. "I don't have her contact information."
"I don't care. Figure it out," Cloud Lee snapped, dismissing the problem. "Also, I have a gathering to attend tonight. You're coming with me. You'll be my designated driver, so no drinking."
She tossed the sleek Mercedes key fob at him. "Drive this one for now."
Frank caught the keys. He had to admit, the principle of 'you get what you pay for' held true. The S-Class wasn
