“Yeah, his crew are real monsters. You’re on your own—you’ll get crushed.”
“You’re too young to throw your life away over pride.”
I was baffled.
He was the drunk driver, yet they expected me to run? Just because he was some mob boss, he could defy every law?
And what about the college girl in my back seat—the one he’d killed tonight? Was her life worthless?
My fists clenched until my knuckles popped.
“Calling in backup, huh?”
“Fine. But until you apologize to my passenger, I’m not going anywhere.”
Tony burst out laughing.
“Didn’t think I’d meet such a crazy bastard tonight. All right, I’ll show you exactly what the Morettis can do in the Midwest.”
I ignored him and slid back into my car.
My defiance earned me a grateful look from the spirit.
“My name is Emily Carter. Today was my twentieth birthday.”
No wonder her resentment burned so strong. It had been her birthday when she died.
I began to chant the calming incantation, trying to ease the spirit’s fury.
Tony Moretti, however, had grabbed a steel pipe and started smashing my car.
“You still putting on an act? I’ll smash your ride to pieces!”
Dozens of swings later, the only mark on my car was a faint scratch.