The officer shifted his attention to Prandi, lowering the flashlight slightly. A smirk on his face, he said, “This ought to be good. It’s been a long time since I’ve heard a woman admit she was wrong.”

What an idiot! Prandi thought, as she returned his smirk with an innocent smile. He had given her an opening, however slight, and she was going to use it against him.

“You see it was all my fault,” she repeated. “I was
cruel and I told Jameson here that his wimpy little Vespa couldn’t possibly get from the interstate to the girls dormitory in ten minutes. He’d never have driven so recklessly if I hadn’t tormented him with such an impossible challenge.”

“How much time does he have left?”

“Only like three minutes,” Prandi said, studying her watch. “Make that two.”

“This is your lucky day,” the officer said, turning to Jameson. “My old lady pulls crap like this all the time. You’re gonna make it to that dorm or I don’t know what.”

Siren blazing, the squad car led the way. They made it in the nick of time.