Hostage for a Hood

AT EXACTLY 9:14 A.M.Joyce was driving along the deserted avenue.Just ahead on a side street Cribbins checked the second hand of his watch for the last time. He swung the heavy Cadillac around the corner. He had a rendezvous with an armored car and a quarter of a million dollars; he had a tommy gun to make sure it all went off smoothly. Everything was timed everything was planned down to the most insignificant detail--except for Joyce Sherwood and her eight-year-old Chevy which crashed deep into the side of Cribbins stolen car.Thats how they met--the housewife and the hoods. And terror took over.