Angie usually drove with a lead foot. She wasn’t one to use her turn signals, either, and she liked to zoom through yellow lights when she could. But with Officer Shaughnessy sitting beside her, she practically crept along Richmond’s darkened streets. The last thing she wanted to add to the horror of the evening was a speeding ticket or some other fine related to her driving. It was bad enough that the jerk who attacked Christina would probably press charges against her for coming to the cashier’s rescue. But what else was she supposed to do? Just sit there and do nothing?
The thought made her flesh crawl.
At the police station, officers separated the two women. Angie was led to a stark room containing only a table, three chairs, a tape recorder, and an ashtray. “Do you want to smoke?” t
