2 Dancing With Death Page 16
by Liz Marvin
Still… Betty snuck a peek over at Bill. He was focused on the road, hands drumming the steering wheel as he hummed along to the radio. There had to be some way she could turn this to her advantage. He’d given her a ticket. Perhaps some revenge was in order?
Betty imagined Bill being hugged by a man in a giant Chia Pet costume and smiled, an evil light in her eyes.
She’d get him back.
THE END
