“Just a little,” Lt. Tench told him, still smiling. “Twenty-five miles an hour over the speed limit is considered reckless driving. Do you know what forty miles over is called?”
“Stupid?” Mark asked.
That made the cop laugh.
Now he’ll tell me I’m cute, Mark thought, but he didn’t.
Instead Lt. Tench stood away from the car and sighed. “Here’s what we’re going to do…”
Mark nodded, even though he wasn’t sure what it was yet—anything this man said had to be a good idea, he’d go along with it, he wouldn’t even put up a fight. Right here? he might ask, but only to be coy.
“I don’t want to give you a ticket—”
Mark frowned. Oh, you’re still talking about that. “Why not?”
Lt. Tench ignored the question. “So I’m going to let you go with just a warning, this time. But if I catch you again…”
