He nodded. "I'll drive you."

"What about my car?"

Frank stood up and then pulled a hundred-dollar bill from his wallet and laid it on the table. Then, he turned around and nodded to the bartender who nodded back, his eyebrows pulling together in concern. Then, Frank turned his attention back to me. "Give me your keys and I'll have someone drive it to your house later."

I fished around in my purse and pulled out my keys and handed them to him. I was in no ...