Chapter 6The week after the carnival left Phoenix for Prescott’s Frontier Days celebration passed at a snail’s pace. Doug went through the motions but his heart was far from in his work. The men got paid and a few more pages of data and spread sheets went into the computer but he found he made more mistakes than usual and had to go back and revisit half the new work he entered.
Friday came at last and then five o’clock. He’d stashed a few necessities in the GTO before he left for work that morning, so he didn’t even need to go home. He headed straight for I-17 and points north. More than once, his foot got too heavy on the accelerator. A glance at the needle showed he was pushing ninety. The speed limit was seventy-five. Since a ticket was not in his agenda, he slowed down—until impatienc
