“Put him on the phone,” I ordered, shuddering. “What?” Shannon asked. “Who?” “The lad who’s just a guy you know with a car.” “Why?” “Because I want to talk to him.” “Why do you want to talk to him?” I gave Tony a knowing look and said, “Because I want to talk to the fucker offering to take my baby sister home in his car, that’s why.” Tony nodded his approval.
