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“I’ll do that. You ask the older couple who own the car if they want to come with me and I’ll drive it. They both appear too visibly shaken to drive,” Andy said.

“Okay.”

The drunk woman was still screaming her head off about being released. “You have no right to cuff me!”

“What do we do with the drunk woman?” Monica was exasperated that they had to deal with her on top of everything else.

“You can’t take her to the Yukon with Harvey there. She would have to sit in the back. She’s so loud and aggressive, I’ll have to take her if the owners of the car are all right with it,” Andy said.

“That sounds good to me. I’ll go talk to the other couple then.”

Monica glanced at the two men down the embankment and thought they were taking a long time to gather whatever they needed from their vehicle. When she reached the Yukon, she told the couple, “Andy is going to drive your vehicle if that’s okay with you. You can ride with him if you would like.”

“Oh, sure.” The gentleman looked less pale now. “This is my wife Jessica, and I’m Tom Richardson. After that wreck, I feel a little shaky.”

“I don’t blame you. I’m Monica O’Connell. Are you all right otherwise?” Monica sure didn’t want him to be suffering a stroke or heart attack.

“No, I’m okay.”

Monica looked back at his wife. “What about you, ma’am?”

“I’m okay. Just shaken up. If the trooper drives our car, that’s fine with me.”

“Perfect. I have one other question. We arrested a woman in the other car that we’ll be driving back to White Bear or the first location we can reach. She’s drunk and belligerent and kicked Andy while resisting arrest. I’ve got a prisoner in the back of the Yukon?—”

“My vehicle,” Harvey reminded her.

“So is that all right if she travels with you?” Monica asked the couple.

“Yeah. We’re both retired cops, so we’re used to pulling over drunk drivers,” Mrs. Richardson said.

“Great! I’m so relieved. I was afraid you might be offended.”

“She can’t say anything we haven’t heard already,” Mr. Richardson said.

The couple left the Yukon, and Monica walked with them back to their car.

“We’re going to start the car and make sure it’s running all right, but from the looks of it, it appears it should be okay.” Andy started the engine.

“They said they were fine with having the drunk driver in their car.” Monica was so pleased to have retired law enforcement officers with them who knew the ropes. “They’re retired police officers.”

“Oh, great.” Andy smiled warmly at them.

“We’ll sit in the back seat,” Tom said. “You can keep the drunken driver in the front seat.”

The owners climbed into their car. Then Andy went to get the drunk woman into the passenger seat and strapped her in. She finally looked like she was about to fall asleep and was no longer combative, thankfully.

Once they shut the doors, Monica asked Andy, “Are the two men still in their vehicle?”

“Yeah, I’m going to check on them. This is taking too long.”

“I’ll go with you.” She was starting to have a bad feeling about this.

Monica and Andy headed over there, but before they could start down the embankment, the two brothers hurried out of the vehicle, each carrying two black bags and an olive-drab army blanket.

“Hey, are you ready to go?” The man sounded slightly startled that they were coming for them.

“Yeah, we thought you might need some help,” Andy said. “We’re ready to leave.”