"Are we taking Eagle Pass?" Delaney gave an expectant and somewhat vicious smile. She loved the hairpin turns and was looking forward to the day I'd let her take Sally down the twisting unimproved rock road with its sheer drops and complete lack of guardrails.
"Why not?" I pushed Sally harder. We were on the back roads, and I knew there were never any cops, and damn little traffic.
Delaney grinned.
She was almost good enough. I worried more about her willingness to take chances than her actual driving skill. Delaney drove better than most of the pros I'd seen; she had amazing reflexes, and a natural rapport with the machines. Maybe because of that, she was always willing to push them, and the odds, just a little bit more. And sometimes that just isn't a good plan. Gravity is a cold and
