“If he makes it, that’s better for you.”
Tim stirred under her hand. The movement seemed to say he agreed.
“He shouldn’t have brought the cops,” said Angie.
“Do I know you?”
“I guess you write a lot of tickets.”
“That’s my job. When was this?”
If the woman was talking, she wasn’t shooting.
“We don’t have time for that.”
So much for that idea, but now a whisper began to turn into a siren’s wail.
“Hear that?” said Jenny.
“What?”
The woman shook her head as if to clear it.
“I don’t hear so good anymore. A lot of us don’t.”
She paused.
“I guess they’re coming.”
Jenny said nothing. Instinct told her that letting Angie work the equation out for herself would yield the best result.
Which would be an end to the shooting.
“Oh, hell,” said Angie. “What did you ever do to me?”
She c
