Chapter 23Her garage door opener, which had remained tightly clipped to the sun visor, and her purse were retrieved by the police, who also found her cell phone under a back seat. When the taxi pulled into her driveway, she had to smile. Birdie stood pretending to be gardening but nonchalantly peered over the fence. Sara's head was not bandaged, the gash left to heal in the open air with the hair around it shaved. Her left arm remained in a sling. She limped, thinking the force of lying on the seat belt latch might have dislocated something in her back. Maybe she just ached all over from being tossed like a green salad. The cab backed out. Sara motioned for Birdie to come over. Sara fumbled in her purse and brought out the garage door opener. As she headed toward the inner door to the hous
