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The officer gave Yarborough a look that he himself had used on many occasions. It said that the cop held all the cards in this game.

“You can talk to him later. Right now, we want the prisoner,” he said, his hand on his hip, dangling inches from his sidearm.

The voice and the gesture weren’t lost on Yarborough. “Why is the Justice Department using local cops?” “We were in the area.”

Yarborough didn’t like it. But he didn’t see himself getting into a gun battle on the highway shoulder—with the cops. That would be a little tough to explain.

He climbed out, then walked around to the back of the van and unlocked the door. Karen Hilliard sat on a bench seat, her hands cuffed to a ring on the metal bar beside her seat, her legs shackled to keep her steps slow and labored.