CHAPTER 15
THE HONDA LURCHED FORWARD, squealing ahead of Gino.
“He had a gun.” Kennedy was breathing hard, her brain branded with the image of the firearm swinging low in Gino’s hand.
“Take a deep breath and calm down,” Carl told her. How could he talk about calm at a time like this?
“But he had a gun.”
Carl swerved around a corner. “So let’s be thankful we’re both alive and focus on staying that way.”
He yanked the steering wheel the other way, and Kennedy was thrown against her door. The wipers still smeared across the windshield.
“Sorry about that,” Carl muttered.
“Do you know where this road leads?” Kennedy held onto the bottom of her seat.
Carl glanced in the rearview mirror. “Looks like we’re gonna learn.”
He turned down the next side street and clunked over three speed bum
