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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
AT EXACTLY 9:14 A.M.
Joyce was driving along the deserted avenue.
Just ahead on a side street, Cribbins checked t
he second hand of his watch for the last time. He swung the heavy Cadillac around the corner. He had a rendezvous with an armored car and a quarter of a million dollars; he had a tommy gun to make sure it all went off smoothly. Everything was timed, everything was planned down to the most insignificant detail–except for Joyce Sherwood and her eight-year-old Chevy, which crashed deep into the side of Cribbins’ stolen car.
That’s how they met–the housewife and the hoods. And terror took over.
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
AT EXACTLY 9:14 A.M.
Joyce was driving along the deserted avenue.
Just ahead on a side street, Cribbins checked t
he second hand of his watch for the last time. He swung the heavy Cadillac around the corner. He had a rendezvous with an armored car and a quarter of a million dollars; he had a tommy gun to make sure it all went off smoothly. Everything was timed, everything was planned down to the most insignificant detail–except for Joyce Sherwood and her eight-year-old Chevy, which crashed deep into the side of Cribbins’ stolen car.
That’s how they met–the housewife and the hoods. And terror took over.