He woke to an intense pounding above his left eyebrow. The world spun in circles as he sat up.
“Bitch,” he muttered as he dragged himself up. Grabbing the counter, he opened the drawer and discovered the missing deposit. “Fucking bitch is gonna pay.”
He grabbed his phone and thumbed the screen, opening the GPS tracker. There was a blinking icon moving south.
He grinned, congratulating himself for installing the tracker on Piper’s phone. One by one, he cracked his knuckles slowly in a gentle dismembering. He slipped on his jacket and thought about how her shoulders would pop when he ripped her arms off.
Shuffling out to his car he eased himself in. Wincing in pain, he flipped down the mirror and inspected his forehead.
“Damn,” he sputtered, lighting a smoke. He started the engine and turned onto the highway.