“Nope. It was a preacher, heading on his way to a funeral. It was the guy’s uncle or something and he was the guest preacher. I told the guy to get his license tabs renewed when he was back at home. He was kind of a jerk about it. I probably should’ve written the guy up, but in all my years of doing this, I’ve never given a preacher a ticket. I always figured God would probably send me straight to hell if I did. But, man oh man, he was a jerk.”
Megan crosses her legs. Once again, his eyes slip on down and he veers over onto the shoulder.
Instead of correcting it, this time he slows down to a stop. “Sorry about this. I can’t take you to the county line. I have a few murders to look into.”