Chapter 69

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As Brian pulled into his driveway and jumped out of the car, his heart lurched as a police officer parked behind him and got off a motorcycle with flashing red lights.

Scowling with arms crossed, Jim came up beside Brian.

The officer took off his gleaming helmet and addressed Brian. “License and registration. You were speeding. I’ve been behind you with my lights on for five blocks.”

Brian’s breathing accelerated as he handed over the items, then he turned to Jim. “I’m sorry I’m late.”

The officer smiled. “I’ll ask you a few questions. If you get them right, I won’t give you a ticket. What’s the speed limit in a residential zone in California?”

The quizzing puzzled Brian, but he gave a sharp answer. “Twenty-five.”

“What about a business zone if no other sign is posted?”

“The same, twenty-five.”

“What’s the name of the great chef at the best Italian restaurant in downtown San Jose?”

“Huh?”

“Do I have to repeat it? What’s the name of the chef at—?”