It also gave me a magnificent view of Vonnie and the car she and one of Frankie's men crouched on the ground behind. From the back, it looked like a normal happy car that she probably drove here in, but bullet holes pocked the other side.
When she saw Frankie's car slow to a stop in front of her, she stood up with both her hands on her hips, glaring at Frankie. "What are you going to tell my mom?" she asked, pointing to the car.
Her arms flailed around as she tried to point out every single hole, but there were too many. Frankie remained his calm, sensible self. "I'll buy you a new one, Vonnie."
Her mouth fell open in shock but not at his generosity. "Oh sure, because that will be easier to explain." She walked toward the vehicle and her voice became high pitched. "No, Mom, the Camaro i
