Bad Girl Bill (Atlantic Divide)
“Her boys were relaxed as though someone had kept them entertained, burned off some of their energy. Energy she wished she had.
She dragged her feet as she walked into the kitchen. She could barely lift her arm to pour a can of soup into a pan and heat it up, but she did it anyhow.
It had been a long day, starting early with a shooting at the local store. One of the young cashiers, Billy Bob Lowell, had been shot in the thigh. He howled and screamed so loud he almost brought the whole town out to see. She had a passing thought of popping him on the end of his chin just to shut him up.
The shooter had jumped into an old, gray Camaro, screeched out on to the highway at nearly ninety miles an hour, according to witnesses. Bill seriously doubted the car had the capacity to go that fast, bearing in mind what the witnesses had told her about its ancient state.
They hadn’t managed to catch the perpetrator.
She’d spent most of her day at the hospital with the sniveling, whining kid from the store.
Write Review:
Guest
Read Also
9 / 10
9 / 10
User Reviews: