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glanced at her once between the opening in his black biker's helmet, and D.J. tried to smile at him again. But for some reason this time the smile didn't work. The expression wavered as she stared into McCall's eyes and wondered what to do about the tension between them. |
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He put the bike into gear and roared off into the night. D.J. stared after him for only a moment before the dampness of the Wisconsin night seeped into her bones. Winter wasn't far away. In fact, it had already arrived in the most northern reaches of the state. Someday she would move to Florida, as she threatened to do every January, when the snow started to look dirty and the ice threatened the hips of every little old lady on the street. |
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D.J. blew her breath out on a sigh and watched the steam float away on the cold night air. She'd never leave Wisconsin. Though she might whine in the dead of winter, the wonder of the four seasons was too good to misseven when one of those seasons lasted for six months. |
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Shaking her head, she hurried to the pickup. She turned the heater on full blast before she pulled away from the curb. In seconds her tingling fingers had thawed, and she relaxed against the back of the seat as she pulled out of the parking lot. Brake lights flared up ahead, and she focused on them. McCall's motorcycle rumbled only a few car lengths before her. |
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Suddenly a black van passed on her left, going at least seventy on the residential highway. D.J. frowned, wishing for her squad car, red light, and siren. Before she could form any other coherent |
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