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Jack drove too fast on the way back to Tubac, but he didn’t bother to moderate his speed. If they got pulled over, his Scottsdale P.D. identification would get him off the hook. Anyway, it wasn’t as if he’d floored it or anything. Eighty-five was a perfectly reasonable rate of speed when the limit was seventy-five.
A quick glance over at Kate told him she probably wasn’t paying much attention to how fast they were going. She had one hand curled around the seatbelt as she stared out the window, although the abstracted look in her eyes seemed to indicate that she wasn’t paying much attention to the landscape passing by.
“You all right?” he asked.
She didn’t precisely startle, but from the way she appeared to somehow snap back into herself, he could tell she must have been very far awa
