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Galloway, heading south on a paved farm road, toward his place. He didn't need Maggie Simmons's approval. She didn't have to like him. It would help, but it wasn't a requirement.
    What bothered him was that she had made it pretty obvious his help wasn't needed. He wondered if she planned on continuing that theme when he did start working with the youth.
    The whole world needed for him to prove something to them. He had to prove he was clean. He had to prove that he could be depended on. Maggie Simmons seemed to want more than anyone, and for the life of him he couldn't figure out what it was that she wanted.
    One thing he thought he knew for sure. She wanted him out of her life. He couldn't give her that. He had a few things to prove to himself. He could be trusted. He could stay clean.
    Maybe it would be better if Maggie reserved some of her determined dislike for him until he had proven those things. He wasn't really the kind of person she needed to rely on, not when he wasn't even sure if he could be relied on.
    A few miles from his house he changed his mind about going home. He had seen a motorcycle dealer a mile or so before his place. For a few days he had been thinking about buying one. He hit his turn signal and headed in that direction, the windows down, letting the breeze sweep through the car.
    Flashing blue lights disrupted his plans. He glanced in his rearview mirror and groaned. A quick glance down at his speedometer and he realized he hadn't been speeding. As a matter of fact, he was going under the speed limit.
    He pulled to the side of the road, hit the hazard lights button and waited. He had his license, registration and insurance card ready. The officer approached, his hand on his gun, looking prepared for anything. Michael rolled down his window.
    "Officer."
    "Mr. Carson."
    Michael waited, knowing he didn't have a prayer if he got upset. He knew the drill and had been prepared for this. That didn't lessen the sting. Fresh out of the pen, of course he would be watched. And any wrong move could land him in trouble.
    "Could you step out of the car, please? Keep your hands up so I can see them."
    Michael pushed the door open and stepped out, hands up, palms out. He had been here before. The difference this time was that he hadn't done anything wrong. And that did make him mad.
    "Could you tell me what I've done?"
    "Routine traffic check. You swerved a little back there."
    Michael shook his head. "You're going to have to do better than that."
    "Turn around, put your hands on the hood of the car."
    Michael obeyed, but his insides shook. Anger, some pretty self-righteous indignation and a healthy dose of humiliation were doing battle inside of him, and were ready to roll out in one overwhelming emotion.
    He flicked his gaze to his right and watched as the officer did a cursory check through the windows of his car. Looking for drugs was Michael's guess.
    "You won't find anything in there."
    "And I'm supposed to take your word for that? Sorry, I'm not in the habit of trusting felons." The officer came back. "We're going to do a field sobriety test."
    "Fine." Michael turned to face the man, who stood several inches shorter than he did. "I'll do whatever you say. But I'm clean. I've been clean for four years."
    "You didn't have a choice."
    Michael laughed at that. "Oh, yes, I did. Do you think drugs don't get through the doors of a prison?"
    "Straight line, heel to toe."
    Michael walked the line.

    * * *
    The steady thumping sound wasn't familiar. Maggie walked out the back door of the church, trying to figure out what she'd been hearing for the past thirty minutes. For a while she had ignored it, and then she'd thought that maybe Chance had stuck around after they'd finished planting flowers. Now it was starting to grate on her nerves, like the dripping of a leaking faucet.
    The red sports car in the parking lot surprised her. Michael Carson. How long had he been here? And why hadn't he come inside? She walked around