“Huh?” Beckett glanced quickly at Kit.
“Don’t give me that look. And how can you be as old as you are
and manage to look so innocent?” Kit waved his hand like he was shooing away
the question. “Anyway, you’re frowning. Is something going on?”
“Just keeping an eye on traffic.”
“Beckett.”
“Okay, okay, I thought I saw a white Chevy truck a ways back,
but I couldn’t get a good look at it to see if it had front end damage.”
Recently he, Hudson, and Connie had been part of a wreck on the interstate. Kit had been pretty sure he’d seen Don, his ex-boyfriend, and possibly his vehicle, in the pileup, which had sustained damage. But Kit wasn’t sure.
