"You aren't speeding. I bet he goes right past us."
Biff pulled the car tot he side of the road, and the cop slid in right behind them, stopping less than ten feet from the Mustang's bumper.
"But you didn't do anything wrong," Selena insisted.
"I did if the cop says so," Biff answered, already reaching for the driver's license in his wallet.
Chief Donati took his time getting out of the car before ambling over to tap on Biff's window. He bent down as the window opened, 'Been looking all over town for you, son."
"Yeah? Why's that?"
"Need to ask you a few questions."
"Down at the station."
"Am I under arrest?"
"What if I don't want to answer your questions?"
"Then you might be under arrest."
Selena didn't move while the two men glared at each other.
Biff was the first to break the silence. "I'll be at the station in fifteen minutes."
Donati leaned farther into the window. "Afternoon, Ms. Kallias."
Selena mumbled a response.
"Mr. Monroe is going to ride with me," Donati said. "I'd sure appreciate it if you'd be kind enough to drive his car over to the station."
Selena sat up straighter and looked Donati square in the face. "This doesn't sound right to me," she said. "Aren't you supposed to read him his rights, or something?"
"Not if he isn't under arrest, which he isn't."
"Selena, just meet us over there," Biff said. "Whatever this is about, it has nothing to do with me."
In the past several months, Selena and Biff Monroe had built a deep, intense relationship, the likes of which neither of them had ever experienced before. She knew him as well as anyone could, and now she was certain he was lying.