Joy shuffled and avoided Ash’s gaze. “Do you know how much it’s going to be?” “About two hundred dollars. And then you’ll need all new tires, so we’ll have the tow truck take the car straight to my garage.” “I see,” she said, nodding and trying to look thoughtful, but really what she was thinking was: Shit, shit, shit! It seemed like an easy solution, right? Just pay for a tow truck. Problem was, Joy had exactly fifty dollars in her bank account, because she’d used every last penny to buy back a sculpture she’d stolen, that had been sold without her knowledge and was now sitting in her purse, which was in the car of the man she’d stolen it from, who was currently staring at her like he was ready to bend her over his knee. And not in a good way. “You know,” she said, walking around Ash toward the passenger side of the truck, “I think I’ll just have you take me home, and I’ll deal with it tomorrow.”
