AnabelleI sat in my living room waiting. Waiting for that familiar sound of engines revving. I knew they'd be back and that my little show last night hadn't done a damn thing to dissuade them. Assholes. My hope was that, maybe, the cops scared them away from hanging out in my parking lot. I knew it was a silly hope and one not likely to be fulfilled. I knew they'd be back as sure as I knew my own name.
At least one of them would be back, anyway. My hope was that he wouldn't bring his whole group of thugs with him. But I knew he was coming. I had something of his, something worth a lot of money. And something I was sure he desperately wanted back. As I looked at the bag sitting on my coffee table, I knew it was something he'd be back for. There was no two ways about it. The question was wh
