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Wednesday - Thursday
She glanced at the speedometer. She was doing
thirty-eight in a thirty-five zone. Why were they pulling her?
Thinking frantically, she swung to the side. The other car stopped
behind her.
She could hide the drugs in the ash tray or
the glove compartment or under the seat again, but if they decided
to search the car, they'd look in all those places. On herself was
the best bet, but not in her purse—that was too obvious. She
thought about the classic female hiding place, but her dress was
too tight to allow anything to slip in easily.
She fingered the pack and decided it was flat
enough. She looked in the rearview mirror; the policeman was just
getting out of the car. She reached down, slid her shoe partially
off, and pushed the packet under the arch
