When Ace woke he was in the trunk of Sadie's new BMW. He could tell by that new car smell. His head was sticky with blood and felt cracked open. He figured it was. His last concussion wasn't nearly as painful or bloody.
"Babe, we need to talk."
Sadie pretended she couldn't hear him and turned up the music. Some woman wailing -a favorite of hers. Melissa something.
"Babe!" Over and over. He knew if he kept it up, she'd give in. She was so weak.
"So start talking."
He gave himself a little mental high-five. He could talk his way out of anything - certainly he could talk his own wife into letting him out of that trunk.
"Let me out first babe. My back is killing me." He thought it best not to bring up what she'd done to his head. Probably used one of his golf clubs. It'd better not be bent.
She kept driving. Started singing in that voice of hers.
Ace looked at his watch and tried to figure out where she was headed. And whether she had really tried to kill him. Either way, he knew what he would do when he got out of that trunk.