Chapter Seventeen
I didn’t say a word. This woman didn’t look as if she was in the mood to be messed with, and I certainly had no protective feelings for the doctor.
Without even a glance to see where the physician was or if he was approaching, the woman hopped back into her modest sedan and sped off.
I winced. I had the feeling Dr. Driscoll wasn’t going to be very happy to see this. From what I could tell, he took very good care of the car.
The door to the gas station opened, and the doctor appeared, grasping a soft drink. He gaped at his car and then glanced over at me.
I raised my hands. “I had nothing to do with that. But I saw who did.”
Dr. Driscoll tightened his lips together and gave a curt nod. He ran a finger lightly over the damaged paint and then unlocked his car with his
