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"Breaker, Breaker, Have a Smokey at mile marker one twelve, east bound. He's looking," came over the c.b. airwaves.
"Copy that, Thanks for the heads up," came a reply over the radio.
Jeremy listened to the banter and picked up his two way radio and asked, "What are those rednecks on about?"
"The trucker, was stating that there is a policeman at mile marker one hundred and twelve," James explained, and saw that he had passed a post stating one oh eight. "Jeremy? How fast are you going?"
Jeremy looked down at his dash, then heard sirens behind him.