It was all my fault. That thought was rattling around in my mind. I have left my wife unprotected for what I thought a good cause. I waited as they got out of the car. My wife was still shaky trying to smooth down her dress and looking through her purse.
"What are you doing?" Mr Jones called out.
"I'm calling John to pick me up," Mary replied irritated, "we had a deal, now you'll back off him."
