Chapter Twenty-nine
Nancy weaved her way through the thick crowd at the
raceway. She’d been directed to the pits where Hogan and her team were prepping
for the race. A cloud of exhaust hung low in the air, and Nancy wondered how
anyone could breathe. She had a warrant, two officers, and determination on her
side. If Drake Hogan gave her any s**t, which she hoped the woman was stupid
enough to do, she’d shoot her.
Nancy had made up her mind on the way up to Sears Point.
She’d seen all kinds of depravity in her career, but the kind that Drake Hogan
had still astounded her. She’d witnessed the worst kind of domestic
violence—men beating their wives to the point of death, only to have the wife
return for a second and third time. Women who beat their kids after being so
drunk they c
