Chapter 2

I was already an anxious driver when Ivy was in the passenger seat, coaching me through lane changes and turns, but now that I was alone, I crept along the highway at fifteen miles per hour, gripping the steering wheel with slick palms. I winced every time a semi whooshed past, sending a tsunami in its wake. I kept glancing in the rearview mirror, expecting to see red and blue lights spinning behind me any second.

Spud was essentially a police magnet. Given our . . .