“What?” Abbey frowned. This broad is crazy! “Yeah. Hang on.” Abbey began to reach for a pocket knife and then stopped, feeling like a dumb-ass. You didn’t just hand a knife to a stranger who babbled about punishing the ice cream clerk. She was probably schizophrenic. It was then that Abbey studied the woman’s hand and saw the lifeless snake dangling like a worn-out belt. “Did you kill that yourself?” she demanded. It was too far away to tell what kind of snake it was.