Emma pointed to a bungalow several houses down. The yard needed mowing and landscape was overgrown. Paint flaked off the weathered siding. An old Buick was parked in the driveway.A woman with bleached-blonde hair emerged from the front door. She wore a pair of too-tight jeans and an equally tight red knit shirt. Hitching her purse on her shoulder, she slid into the front seat of the Buick.“Speak of the devil.” Emma muttered under her breath. Just the sight of her brought all the feelings of insecurity and inferiority rushing back.“That’s her?”Emma bit her lip. “Yeah, that’s her.”The car backed out of the driveway and headed the opposite direction they were parked. They followed the Buick a couple of miles before it turned into crowded parking lot. Will drove past, around the block and pulled into a space in the back.Will turned to Emma. “You hang back and let me talk to her first.”“I know. We’ve been over it already.”“And no flirting with dirty old men like the last time we were in a bar,”
