There was a throbbing, pulsing ache in Ashley Maddox's head.  It pulsated in time with every syllable streaming out of Tommy Salinger's mouth, each calculated, piercing insult he hurled at the young couple another pin in Ashley's forehead. "Reserved parking," Salinger spat.  "Can't you damn well read?  I swear to god, if I have to run this through my insurance, I'm going to strip you for all you're worth." "Look pal," the man in front of him said carefully, "I already