Then, suddenly, her brake lights came on. She sped backward, stopping beside me with only inches to spare. She unrolled the window on the driver’s side. ‘I’ll take his heart,’ June said, her voice thick. ‘I’ll take it, and I’ll watch that son of a bitch die, and we still won’t be even.’ Too stunned to find any words, I nodded. I watched June drive off, her taillights winking as red as the eyes of any devil.
