across General Crook and onto southbound Iâ17.
âLetâs go,â Ali shouted, sprinting toward her Cayenne. âCami, call it in, and then you keep watching from here to make sure he doesnât pull a U-Âturn and come back northbound.â
Ali and Joanna clambered into the Cayenne at the same moment.
âAre you armed?â Ali asked as she fastened her belt and put the Porsche in gear.
âA Glock is all,â Joanna said.
âMe too,â Ali said grimly. âUp against an ARâ15 those wonât be worth much, but I donât want to lose him.â
After a gravel-Âspraying U-Âturn, Ali sent the Cayenne racing down the freeway entrance. It seemed to Joanna that the vehicle shot from zero to eighty-Âplus in the blink of an eye.
âWe called it right,â Joanna breathed, scanning the northbound roadway to see if the suspect had maybe doubled back and dialing 911 at the same time. âWe called it right. He did come back.â
âAnd it almost worked, too,â Ali added. âThe problem is, he got there a moment too soon, and now he knows weâre on to him.â
âNine-Âone-Âone, what are you reporting?â
âA suspect in last nightâs double homicide is southbound on Iâ17. He entered the freeway at General Crook Trail.â
âMay I ask your name and number? And where are you right now?â
âMy name is Joanna Brady. Iâm the sheriff of Cochise County. Iâm currently in a Cayenne pursing the suspect who is most likely armed and dangerous.â
âCan you give me your mileage marker?â
As soon as one appeared, Joanna did so.
âIâve just notified the Highway Patrol, but I must advise you to leave off your pursuit. Youâre putting yourself in harmâs way.â
âThis guy is someone who blasts Âpeople in their cars from freeway overpasses,â Joanna said tersely. âThat means there are innocent Âpeople out on the road today who are in far more danger than we are.â
âCall Dave,â Ali said.
Ending the 911 call, Joanna did as sheâd been asked and was gratified that Dave didnât bother telling them to mind their own business.
âYouâre sure he hasnât doubled back?â Dave asked on speakerphone.
âNot so far, but weâre watching.â
âIf he makes it as far as the Sunset Point rest area which is usually full of tourists . . .â Ali said in the background.
âAll hell breaks loose and no telling how many innocent civilians could be in danger,â Dave replied. âIâm on it. Iâve got Âpeople working on putting up a southbound roadblock before the Sunset Point exit.â
âWeâll need one northbound, too,â Joanna added. âSomewhere on the far side of Camp Verde, just in case.â
Joanna glanced at the speedometer. It was hovering around ninety-Âfive as the car darted past lumbering trucks and slowpoke RVs and minivans. All Joanna could do was hope the high-Âpowered Porsche and Aliâs driving skills were both up to the task.
Aliâs phone rang. She nudged it across the seat for Joanna to answer and then returned both hands to the wheel.
âAliâs phone,â Joanna said.
âIt worked,â a voice Joanna recognized as Camiâs reported. âWe caught the plate and Stu ran the number. The vehicle is registered to Norma Braeburn of Cave Creek, Arizona.â
âThey caught the plate,â Joanna reported to Ali. âAnd the vehicle belongs to a woman?â
âYes,â Cami replied, âbut there was a male at the wheel. Itâs likely the vehicle is being driven by Normaâs seventeen-Âyear-Âold son, Scott.â
âHas that information been forwarded to the Department of Public Safety and Dave Holman?â Joanna asked.
âDone and done,â said Cami.
By then the Cayenne was on a relatively