“Not a lot, just when I feel nervous about the situation.”
“I can’t imagine you being nervous.”
“All right, wary.”
“Wary is more like you.”
They turned onto the interstate just north of Danbury, and Stone caught sight of a black SUV a quarter of a mile behind them. “There they are,” he said.
Holly didn’t look back. “What are they driving?”
“Black SUV, probably an Explorer.”
“That sounds like government, not something Trini’s friends would drive.”
“You could be right. After all, your boyfriend is pissed off; he could be keeping tabs.”
“He’s probably jealous,” she said, putting her hand on his thigh.
“Good.”
“You enjoy annoying the Feds?”
“Always.”
“What do you have against them?” she asked.
“I find them untrustworthy. When I had to work with them as a cop, they always wanted the collar and the press, and they usually got it. They were lousy at sharing information, and you couldn’t trust it when they did.”
“That pretty much sums up my experience, too,” she said. “Why do you suppose they’re that way?”
“It’s the federal culture, I think. They think they’re the pinnacle of law enforcement, and they tend to look down on anybody at the local level as backward children.”
She laughed.
“I don’t find them all that good at solving crimes, either.”
“Stone, you’re driving nearly a hundred miles an hour.”
“It’s Sunday morning, and the traffic is light.”
“Doesn’t this car attract cops like flies?”
“If they’re around, and if they feel like a pursuit.”
“Is the Explorer keeping pace?”
Stone glanced in his mirror. “So far.” He turned off I-84 and accelerated through a long curve and onto I- 684. “There’s a place a few miles down the road where the New York State cops like to lie in wait with their radar gun.” He accelerated some more.
“You just passed a hundred and twenty,” she said.
“Don’t worry. Our speed is electronically limited to a hundred and fifty-five.”
“Oh, good,” she said. “I feel better now.”
A beep sounded and a tiny red light on the steering column began to flash.
“Radar detector?”