CHAPTER SEVEN
As Alexa predicted, her partner blew down the highway, ignoring the speed limit and weaving between traffic. Twice they ran through speed traps, popular in Arizona as ways for local police departments to raise extra revenue, and both times Stuart got on the police radio installed in the dashboard of his unmarked car and politely told them to get lost.
“You must have been terrifying as a teenager,” Alexa said.
“Wrapped my grandma’s ‘82 Nissan Stanza around a tree.”
“I didn’t need to know that.”
“Don’t worry. You should have seen me drive a Hummer through Karbala.”
“Arizona is rough enough for me.”
Stuart turned to her and grinned. “Hanging out with you is rough enough for me too.”
“You’re going a hundred. Watch the road.”
“Anything from the team back in Phoenix?”
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