Just then, the truck shook with a sudden bang. They both were jolted forward against the dash.
Sandy heard a familiar voice calling out, "You okay in there, Sugar?"
He yanked open his door. He sprang out of the truck. His hand instinctively moved to the butt of his holstered gun.
He stood facing Linda Call. She was standing there motionless with her arms folded across her chest and her feet spread wide apart. The bumper on her pickup had ridden over his bumper and smashed into his tailgate. He stared at her with wide eyes, still panting heavily.
Linda pointed to his open pants and laughed. "Go ahead, make my day."
He shifted around awkwardly trying to close his fly, but some material was caught in the zipper. He looked back at Sandy and yelled, "Does Goddard know you're a lesbo? Get the fuck out of my truck before you stink it up!"
Sandy was over at Linda's pickup before she realized his key ring was still tightly gripped in her hand. She heaved the ring of keys as far as she could into the darkness of the adjacent vacant lot.