“Nicely,” the officer said. Tiffany stretched her long, tanned legs out between the front seats, the cop watching her every move. “I’m surprised you’re not driving, considering what I clocked you guys at.”
Tiffany laughed. “You know I keep well under the speed limit.”
Mark’s hands gripped the steering wheel as he wondered if they could just leave already. So sorry, he’d say. Wrong cop. Let me try again.
As if she heard that thought, Tiffany nudged Mark’s elbow with one sneakered foot. “And Mark was only what, ten over? If that?”
“Try forty,” Lt. Mackenzie corrected. Now he turned his attention to Mark. “License and registration, please.”
Thanks, Tif. He might have forgotten about me if you didn’t mention my name. “In the glove compartment,” he mumbled, gesturing at the passenger’s sid
