Maverick shook his head as he let the clubhouse door swing shut behind him on his way to the bar. That had been too close. He didn’t know what had possessed him to linger so long that he’d almost had to talk to the police. He could have if it was necessary. He’d used another identity in Texas and unless they took prints there was no way to connect him to what went on in Laredo, still why risk it? There were enough witnesses who had seen what had happened, not just heard it, they didn’t need him.
He slid onto the stool at the bar and signaled to the kid that he wanted a drink. He was still a little worried about the woman, she wasn’t physically hurt, it looked like no one involved had been seriously injured. The risk of major injury was what had sent him running toward the accident. By the
