It also gave me a magnificent view of Vonnie and the car she and one of Frankie’s men crouched on the ground behind. From the back, it looked like a normal happy car that she probably drove here in, but bullet holes pocked the other side.

When she saw Frankie’s car slow to a stop in front of her, she stood up with both her hands on her hips, glaring at Frankie. "What are you going to tell my mom?" she asked, pointing to the car.

Her arms flailed around as she ...