Eric reached into the back seat for a bouquet of pale orange flowers that he'd purchased earlier that morning. They were called Juliet Roses, and they were wrapped in vintage brown paper that had been imported from England.
Eric watched Doris cross the street, and he was about to get out of the car when, from the corner of his eye, he saw a van drive up alongside her. What the hell is going on here? – he wondered. The van stopped, and for a moment, his view of Doris was obscured, and then it took off like a bat out of hell.
At that moment, inspiration struck, and, for fear of losing his nerve, Eric didn't give himself time to think. He jumped straight into the action.
Without a word of explanation, Eric ordered Antony out of the car, and he slid into the driver's seat. He smashed his
