“Give me your phone!” the driver demanded, reaching across the back of her seat.

Alarmed and afraid, Leanne pulled sharply away and reached into her purse. “Who the fuck are you?!” she screamed, pointing her Glock 42 subcompact .380 at the driver’s face.

“Jesu!” The driver froze, her palms facing Leanne. “There’s no need for that, she said softly. “Look, I understa...