She didn’t have long to wait. Cressa hung up and watched a green sedan do a U-turn at the intersection. It pulled up to the curb, and the man behind the wheel leaned over the seat to unlock the passenger side door. He waved for her to get in.
She climbed into the unmarked patrol car, eyeing the plainclothes officer. She could tell he was a non, but not what his other persona was. “Thanks for coming so quickly.”
The man gave her a one-sided grin. “You’d be surprised how many of us are out here.”
She watched the passing scenery as they sped through town. The police band radio mounted under the dash chattered. She listened with half an ear.
“How’d you get all the way over on Spyder from the music store?” the officer asked, curious.
She glanced down at her arms but refused to tell him the
