Pawn

Phoenix, Arizona

The police car had been following her for at least ten minutes before the cherry lights came on, flashing brilliant red glares across the stretch of desert on either side of the two-lane highway.

"Damn," Lynnette White muttered as she slowed her car and came to a halt just off the shoulder of the road.

She watched in her rearview mirror as the police car pulled up behind her and stopped. She didn't think she'd been speeding. She'd made no illegal turns and hadn't been driving erratically. So, why was she being stopped?

A burly officer stepped out of the driver's side of the car and walked with purpose toward her window. Maybe she had been speeding, she thought. She'd been known to have a bit of a heavy foot.

She rolled down her window and gazed up at the unsmiling man. His sunglasses gave away nothing, the mirrored surfaces reflecting the deepening shadows of the barren, brown landscape that surrounded them.

"License and registration," he demanded.

"Good evening, Officer. What's the problem?" she asked pleasantly.

"Ma'am, I need to see your license and registration." His ster ... read full excerpt from: Pawn ebook