Pearl Jewel heard it too, and her expression turned grave. She asked, "Ma'am, should we inform Mr. Quinn right away?"
The driver turned his head, his face a ghostly white. 'If that bullet had been aimed at the driver's seat, that would have been the end of me today...'
Stella Lockwood glanced at the empty space where the front windshield used to be and the shards of glass on the driver's and passenger's seats. After a moment of thought, she said, "Louie, go get the car fixed. Pearl Jewel, call us a ride. Mr. Quinn is handling Miss Crawford's funeral arrangements right now, let's not worry him. We can tell him after he's finished..."
Louie nodded.
Pearl Jewel took out her phone and opened a ride-hailing app.
Stella Lockwood furrowed her brow. After another moment's consideration, she called Serena Lockwood and asked urgently, "Sis, did something happen on your end?"
To her surprise, Serena Lockwood exclaimed, "How did you know something happened to me?"
