cops, he looked relieved. Rhonda, also handcuffed, thrashed back and forth between her own holders, attempting a stylized version of flying ninja-judo kicks, while trying to bite her captors. She looked like a serial killer-circus act.
And she certainly wasn’t representing A.A. very well.
Reminding myself that she’d just saved my life, I sighed, then trudged over to introduce the authorities to Jillian’s killer. Surprised them, too. They’d been betting it was Rhonda.