Mrs. Cade had been the luckiest, the bullet shattering her clavicle but missing anything vital. She was conscious and distraught, her fury aimed at Vickie as the paramedics loaded her into the ambulance. “You,” she spat, her head coming up off the pillow. “You said it was random. You said we didn’t need to worry and now my boy is gone.” Vickie felt sick to her stomach.
