Chapter 28GARLIC AND BUTTER assaulted Jane and Ashley as they walked in the front door. Fritz was uncovering the pans of pasta he had carried home. Garlic bread, just out of the oven, bubbled in a basket. In the family room, Linda watched the TV as it reported nothing new. Fritz looked up from placing the knives and forks on placemats when Jane came out to say hello. He eyed the heavy bandage on her neck.
“Are you okay? Do you guys want a drink?” he asked.
“I'm as okay as I can be. Good enough to help. Ash, go sit. You just drove for three hours. Tell Linda I'll help Fritz with dinner. Both of you can relax.”
Pouring the sodas, Fritz whispered, “I've been followed for the past couple of days. A guy almost hit me broadside this afternoon. He was aiming for me. Black Suburbans.”
“Somethi
