35 AndreaAndrea loved driving the Ford Police Interceptor. The white patrol vehicle was the utility model. Built for pursuit, it had three-hundred-and-sixty-five horses under the hood.
She felt power surging up through her fingertips, stiffening her backbone and infusing her with energy.
She sat tall and rode higher than in her Hyundai, but still had plenty of headroom and she could see way farther down the road ahead.
Kent had taken the front passenger seat. He’d lowered the center section of the polycarbonate prisoner partition and angled his body to talk to Rob.
She’d watched Rob in the mirror while Kent questioned him.
Her lover wore an ATF jacket with official insignia. Went well with his black Dockers, white shirt, and vest. He looked like a total pro.
And he knew his stuff.
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