Chapter 2

“You have the right to refuse to answer questions. Many guilty people do.” She glared.

Strider’s knees weakened. “If the driver had a helmet on, the officer couldn’t identify him. You can’t arrest the owner of a vehicle for speeding. Besides, my jacket is black, not red.”

“We never said if the driver had a helmet or not and never mentioned the color of his jacket, which wasred. Due to the high speed and failure to yield to an officer, the charge is reckless driving, a misdemeanor. If anyone had been hurt, such as in a crash, it becomes a felony. You’d go to state prison, if you lived.” She crossed her arms. “Let’s face it, you’re young, slender, and handsome. How do you think you’d fare in state prison? Do you know how often you’d be raped?”

“You can’t talk to me like that.” The statement lacked the bravado he intended. He leaned against his car for support.