Chapter 23
The cop pulled in behind me, parked, and for a minute did nothing. Running my plates to see who I was, checking for outstanding tickets, warrants, whether or not I was an axe murderer. Following procedure instead of rushing in with weapon drawn. Very promising.
I put my hands on the wheel and waited like a good boy.
“What is he waiting for?” Honey seemed impatient to proceed. So was I. If this was one of the good ones, he might help.
A few more minutes passed and nothing continued to happen. My hope melted away and a familiar dread took up its accustomed place in my heart.
“Waiting for backup,” Honey said.
I wished like hell she hadn’t.
“Go! Go now!” She reached for my ignition keys and I blocked her hand.
“Too late for that,” I said, staring into the rearview mirror. An
