The Riverdale Police Department cafeteria buzzed.
The television was broadcasting the National S7 Racing Championship.
Linnea stole a sidelong glance, then flicked her gaze away.
She remembered all too well: Dominic would be tearing up that track.
Right now, she kept her head down, eating her meal with quiet focus.
After all, the man sitting opposite her, the one with those sharp, intense eyes and a razor-thin edge of authority, was not someone you crossed.
That was her squad captain, Gabriel Shaw.
Ever since she had joined the force, he had been frosty toward her, a cold front that never lifted.
Uncle Victor had whispered that this very man used to be her father's own protégé.
When her plate was clean, Linnea ached to bolt. She wanted nothing to do with racing, not a single secon
