CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE
After five blown traffic lights, three near-collisions, and calling off two pursuing police vehicles by radioing in that she was a cop and not a joyrider, Alexa made it to her ranch.
As she approached, she got a radio call from Captain Santos.
“We’ve apprehended the prowler, a teenage male near the Carpenter trailer.”
Alexa drove up the gravel drive toward the Carpenter trailer, visible in the distance. She could see a police car parked there, as well as the Carpenters’ battered pickup.
“A teenager? Was he armed?” Alexa asked.
“No. I, um, don’t think this was the threat you were expecting.”
“What do you mean?”
“Just come on up. It’s easier to explain.”
“Coming.”
A minute later she pulled up in front of the trailer. Before she had even come to a stop, she could
