Boo had opened the glove box and was reaching inside. Dowd smirked. “Wondering who we ripped off?” “No,” she replied. “I know exactly who this car belongs to.” And with that, she removed a Smith and Wesson CSX micro-compact nine-millimeter pistol from the glove box and emptied it into Dowd’s chest. The shots rocked the car and filled the interior with the bitter scent of cordite.

