Vivian Reeves sat in the driver's seat for a full thirty seconds after Stan disappeared into the rain, her hands white-knuckled on the steering wheel, her jaw clenched so tight the tendons in her neck were visible.
Her eyes were still locked on the exact point where his silhouette had dissolved into the gray downpour.
'You just wait.'
The words formed silently behind her teeth, a promise, not a threat. Vivian Reeves did not forget. She did not forgive. And she absolutely did not tolerate being spoken to like a misbehaving child by a pedestrian holding a convenience-store umbrella.
