CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHTLieutenant High pulled the police cruiser across the driveway on Call of the Wild Road. From the passenger seat, Lindsey could see Nellie Crump sitting in the shiny Oldsmobile. The engine was running. Despite the night’s darkness its exhaust was visible in the headlights of the cruiser.
Lindsey had drunk the coffee after all. He could have handled a juicy steak and stiff drink as well. His body was crying out for protein and his hands were trembling. But that would have to wait. He’d got cleaned up as much as he could without a thorough scrubbing and a complete change of clothes. He longed for a hot soak.
Somehow he felt he could function for a while longer.
He knew he would pay all the higher a price, once he did crash.
Behind the wheel of the police cruiser, High
