What if Carol Robinson and her merry band of geriatric power-walkers were out? What if the Nebbins kid was riding his bike? There hadn’t been a fatal crash in Manningsport since he’d been chief, and Levi planned on keeping it that way. The car was a painfully bright yellow Honda Civic, currently clocking in at forty-two miles per hour in a twenty-five mile-an-hour zone. Also, an out-of-towner he could see the rental plates from here. Seventeen miles an hour over the limit, more than enough.
So another speeder just wasn’t going to be tolerated today. Plus, he’d just let Colleen O’Rourke off with a stern lecture and a warning while she tried to look remorseful. The town depended on visitors, and September was prime tourism season the leaves were starting to turn, buses had been rolling in and out of town all week, and every vineyard in the area had some special event going on. He parked the cruiser in plain sight, the radar gun clearly visible-Hi there, welcome to Manningsport, you’re going way too fast and here I am, about to pull you over, so slow down, pal. Even the tourists with the lead feet, Red Sox stickers on their bumpers and complete disregard for speed limits.
Levi Cooper, chief of police of the entire Manningsport Police Department, all two and a half of them, tried to give people a break. Excerpt from CHAPTER 1, in which Faith returns to her hometown and is greeted by a not-so-friendly acquaintance from her past.
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