Chapter 37: A Sharp Tongue

"Wow, Richard, you're really giving it to me?" Lauryn Tibbert pressed her small fists to her cheeks, her eyes sparkling with delight. "Of course. I'm a man-my word is my bond. I just don't know if you'll like it," Richard Zerba replied, wearing a confident smile. In his mind, women-especially someone as sweet and naive as Lauryn-could never resist the pull of money. Leonard Zimmerman didn't have much, couldn't afford a car, but he knew enough about the Porsche 911 to know what kind of car it was....