CHAPTER THREE
Barreling down State Highway 93 at a hundred miles an hour, Alexa and Stuart went over the case files. Alexa made sure to wear her seatbelt and felt grateful this car was fitted with airbags.
“Tyson has been a model prisoner ever since he got locked up,” Alexa said. “That’s one of the ways he got a work detail. He even goes to anger management counseling and expresses regret at killing the man.”
“I don’t believe that,” Stuart said, passing a truck. They were in the open scrubland of western Arizona, and the state highway shot straight as an arrow for miles. There was nothing to block the view and the sky was vast, framed only by a few low, rocky hills. Her partner loved this kind of road. He could see for a mile ahead and go as fast as the vehicle could manage.
“I don’t b
