In the front seat of the car packed on the highway, Zoey sat upright and lifted her gaze to Gerald. He was not moving an inch from this spot, not unless he’d gotten his answer. She knew it.
“Zoey,” Gerald’s voice tumbled out. “Whatever it is you're up to, you can tell me.”
“You wouldn't like it,” Zoey answered. She blinked. “If I told you, you wouldn't like it.”
Gerald paused, staring her in the eyes. He watched for a few seconds and flinched. Looking out the windshield, he bit his lower lips, before turning back to her.
“Tell me,” he said, eyes now reddish. “Whatever it is, just tell me.”
Zoey swallows hard. She drew a deep breath. “I'm throwing in the badge today,” she answered. “Today’s the day I demand to be relieved of my duty.”
Gerald froze. “What,” he muttered, eyebrows furro
