The whole truck was designed for comfort and he had told her she was welcome to sleep anytime she wanted to. ‘Hey, feeling better?’ ‘A little, h...ow you doing, get your log book all set up?’ ‘Hmm, yeah, but I would be doing a lot better if we were back at that hotel room all curled up together in that bed.’ He reached over and cupped her face. ‘There are times I really hate this job, especially when it interrupts my time with a beautiful woman.’ ‘That must happen a lot.’ He laughed. ‘Not as much. As the two drivers crossed 31st Street, they both pressed their gas pedals to the floorboards for there would be no intersections until 26th Street. Approaching the Hwy 85 and east bound Hwy 34 interchange, Carlo was in the lead by almost a car length. The two drivers flashed toward the Hwy 34 overpass at what appeared to be over a hundred mph as fellow gang members, who were parked along Hwy 85’s off ramp on the eastbound side of Hwy 34, watched. As they cleared the overpass, Carlo spotted the. Roger had been her only lover. After the wedding, though, Mark had disappeared for several months, and since then she'd had only a few phone calls from him. It occurred to her how glad she was to see him. She smiled. "What in the world are YOU doing posing for pictures like these? I thought you were making big bucks at that Tech thingy place you were working at."Roger smiled back. "I am. I just thought it would be a hoot to do something like this. I also thought I might meet a girl and get to. Felicity pulled into the parking lot for a seafood restaurant in Santa Clara. I studiously didn’t look around for a white Cadillac. It’s called being professional. I try it once in a while.We both went for scallops. Since I am Duty’s Bitch, I don’t even glance at the wine list.Felicity sat facing the door. I don’t like having my back to it, but she’d seen the driver. “She’s medium height. Latina. Think I should get my PI license?”“Maybe.”Fuck. That reminded me. I’m not licensed in California..