“Did he ever threaten you?” Jason asked quietly.
“He got abusive, some. That’s why I left.”
“He ever threaten your life?”
“He’s got a gun.”
A long pause.
“He’s a deputy. The local sheriff’s office.”
This was probably what she’d held back before.
“Why is he holding it in his hands by the steering wheel like he’s thinking of using it?”
Brandy frowned and looked in the rearview mirror to confirm Jason’s observation.
“That’s new. He looks angry, doesn’t he?”
“Because you picked up some random stranger?”
Brandy shook her head. “It has to be something else.”
She seemed to know what.
“You shouldn’t stop.”
Brandy gunned the gas. “I think you’re right.”
The man pulled out a flasher and placed it on top of his truck.
The siren screamed as the light spun.
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