Cold Interception

"That old weasel!" Stella muttered under her breath.

Howard put on a broad, ingratiating smile and nodded toward Vance. "Mr. Sterling! It's you!"

Vance stood leaning against the front fender of the car, hands in his pockets, his expression unreadable and cold.

"What do you want?"

Howard's eyes darted to the passenger seat, where Stella was sitting. Her silhouette was just visible through the windo