His stern expression cut through the reds, yellows, and whites leaving only the dark. They had been in dire situations before, but this time, he had no idea if he could ever get his wife back. It wasn't a calculated risk. What he had in mind would be a step into a world he wanted less and less to do with.Stay strong. Stay focused. Only one thing matters — get Sandra back.When Max neared his house, Drummond leaned forward, squinting as he looked out the windshield. "Keep driving," he said. "Don't slow down.""What's wrong?""Do it."Max drove by the house and turned at the end of the street. Drummond waved him onward while watching the road behind them."Get back on the highway.""What's going on? Did you see Modesto?"Drummond settled back. "Worse. The FBI."Slapping the steering wheel, Max said, "Damn. Now what?""You got a lot of people interested in you. I'd say even if you wanted to, the office is definitely out, now. We could go back to Connor's place.""And get picked up for her murder?""Well, there's that, of course."Max glanced up at the oversized green signs passing by on the highway.
