Chapter 17
I shivered again. Perspiration sprouted on my forehead and palms. The vandals who had caused so much property damage in the club area were spray-painting their verdict on John Richard’s house. Or maybe it was something they’d seen. Well, I’d forgotten the cellular phone and couldn’t call the cops. So these guys would have to make their point to law enforcement on their own. I was getting out of here.
I pumped the accelerator, turned the car key. The motor strained, didn’t turn over, died. I’d flooded the engine. I turned the key again, didn’t pump the gas. This time the engine whined and died again. Footsteps thudded across John Richard’s lawn. Dammit all, anyway.
Frantically, I rolled up my window. But I couldn’t reach across in time to close the one on the passenger side. A
