When Nola put down the phone, her face was white, and then looked at Sherry, full of hatred, hating her skin, cutting her bones.

Sherry was tied up there, her eyes bland, "Now, you put me down and send me back downtown unharmed again, maybe I'll show you the way, or you the Garcia family will wait to lose another billion."

"Sherry, I'll kill you!"

Nola lunged forward like crazy.

Half an hour later, Sherry was sitting in the car going to downtown Monterey, her shoulder ...