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plate tags were current.

"afternoon," he said, when he walked up to the open window. he glanced
down at the woman and got a brief impression of big brown eyes in a
heart-shaped face. she looked a little pale under her tan. a lot of
people were nervous when they were stopped by an officer. he gave her a
friendly smile. "you were going pretty fast there."

"i-i know," she said, softly, averting her gaze and staring out the
front window. "i'm sorry."

she gripped the steering wheel tightly. he looked past her to the young
girl in the passenger seat. the child looked more frightened than her
mother. she clutched a worn brown teddy bear to her chest and stared at
him with wide blue eyes. her mouth trembled as if she were fighting
tears. about five or six, he thought, giving her a quick wink.

travis returned his attention to the woman. she wore her hair pulled up
in a ponytail on top of her head. the ends fell back almost to her
shoulders. it was a warm september afternoon. she was dressed in a red
tank top and white shorts. he tried not to notice her legs. "i'm going
to need to see your driver's license and registration, ma'am," he said
politely.

"what? oh, of course."

she bent over to grab her purse from the floor on the passenger's side.
he thought he heard a gasp, as if she were in pain, but before he could
be sure, she fumbled with her wallet and pulled out the small
identification. as she handed it to him, it slipped out of her fingers
and fluttered toward the ground. he caught it before it touched the
dirt.

"i'm sorry," she murmured. her mouth pulled into a straight line and
dark emotion flickered in her eyes.

immediately his instincts went on alert. something wasn't right. she
was too scared or too upset for someone getting a ticket. he glanced
down at the license. elizabeth abbott. age twenty-eight. five-six.
the address listed her as living in los angeles.

"you're a long way from home," he said, looking from her to the license
and back.

"we just moved here," she said.

he took the registration next and saw the car was in her name.

"so what's the story?" he asked, flipping open his ticket book. "