Chapter Seventy Three
Even a dead woman can drive and somehow, purged by her own agony and blistering hatred for everything left on the planet, she blindly made her way back to her club and the apartment building she owned for her girls next to it.
Parking in front of the two-story apartment building, she hit the toggle switch allowing the powerful truck to die of its own volition.
Staring out through her front window, she saw Jimmy standing out front of her club and she could see the party at the club had vanished.
Deciding “Why not,” she slammed out of the truck, shouldered her backpack, crashed the door behind her and moved down the sidewalk until she was standing in front of her manager, whose face was ashen in grief.
Standing in front of him, Jimmy thought she now looked more as
