Detective Pederssen sits in the passenger seat of a cluttered Ford sedan while Detective Sally Irvine drives like a reckless teenager. He must stop himself from pushing his hand against the dash in self-defence, only too aware of the urgency at hand. Shuffling his feet amongst the endless paper coffee cups, old magazines, and empty food containers (Sally does a lot of surveillance work) Eric stares out the window at the snow-blotched fields as the miles roll past.
With no warning, the driver makes an extreme right, throwing him against the car door. “Sorry, Detective,” Sally says. “Should have given you a heads up.” Careening down a dirt road with no consideration of rocks and potholes, she grips the wheel like she’s trying to strangle it.
Ahead of them, Eric sees two squad cars pulled o
