Jerry asked, his panicky voice grating across Toni’s nerves like a fork on a plate. She was strung tight, nerves frayed, as she sat in the passenger seat of Ethan’s car. The sound of gunshots had made her blood run cold, fear spiking as she imagined Ethan lying in a pool of blood on the asphalt.She’d almost cried in relief when she heard his voice, strong and firm and sure. The brief rundown of events was mind-boggling. Yeah, she’d been sure Jerry was up to something, but she never imagined this.Now, once again, she had to fight from jumping into the backseat and pounding his face in for what he’d done to Kara. His very presence revolted her. Part of it was the smell. In other circumstances, she would have been delighted that Jerry had been so scared he’d wet himself, that fear coated him with acrid sweat. But in the close confines of the car, the stench of sweat and piss made her gag.As if the smell weren’t enough, the thought of what might happen to Kara—what might already be happening—sent bile bubbling into the back of her throat.
