Max MacKilligan asked, “Miss me?” “Can you just drive?” Charlie got into the passenger seat. “But be careful. You still have human stuck to the grill.” “I should let him shoot you? What kind of sister would I be?” “One I don’t have to visit in an Italian prison.” Chuckling, Max put the car in reverse and Charlie worked hard to ignore the short-lived begging and too-long crunching sounds coming from under the car as she pulled out. Charlie knew her sister was taking her time
