The Note on Jolene’s Monitor Said Two Words

No jacket. One hand inside his coat.

I ducked before I knew why.

The rear window blew inward.

Glass hit my neck, my hair, my lap. Jolene cursed so hard I almost admired it.

She drove over someone’s mailbox.

We made it four blocks before her phone rang.

She answered on speaker.

Malcolm.

“Do you have it?” he asked.

Jolene looked at me.

I looked at the drive in continue reading …