“There’s nothing to be scared of.” She looks at him like he’s nuts. “They shot your car up, Art.” “They knew I wasn’t in it.” “So when they bomb the house,” she says, “are they going to know that me and the kids aren’t in it?!” “They won’t hurt families.” “What is that,” she asks, “some sort of rule?” “Yes, it is,” he says. “Anyway, it’s me they’re after. It’s personal.”
