Toni glared at the sleek black, latest of the latest Mercedes Benz, turning onto the street. The screech of tires at the red light a block down and the faint thud of base blowing out very expensive speakers had warned her of the cars near arrival. It was also five o’clock, the time when the driver of the vehicle in her crosshairs came home from wherever he went. No woman would behave as if chased by a demon with horsepower, and all to the sound of…was that eighties rap music? Thus, the driver had to be a male with a fast, expensive car, and music cranked louder than a Kiss concert. He was clearly trying to overcompensate for the short protruding part between his legs. The black vehicle picked up speed and Toni dropped her attention to the golf ball on her balcony. “I’ll get that bastard to slow down yet.” She brought her golf club back and swung. Her gaze followed the ball as it sailed through the air. It would, no doubt, land on the grass with the others across the street.
