 I stiffened at the red and blue lights flashing behind me, because there was no way I could explain what was in the back of my truck. I pulled over, holding my breath as the sheriff came to my window. "Hi. Something wrong?" My tone was all innocence while I prayed there was nothing unusual about my eyes. Control yourself. You know what happens when you get upset. "Yeah, you've got a busted taillight. License and registration, please." Crap. That must have happened when I was loading up the truck bed. Speed had been of the essence then, not daintiness. I handed him my real license, not the fake one. He shone his flashlight back and forth ... |
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