“I have a lot to do before I attend the massive memorial service later today for Maria and her in-laws. I cut up to a residential street, hoping to save time. I’m swerving around slower drivers when I see red and blue lights behind me. Damn. My heart is racing as the officer walks up. I’m digging through my purse, but I can’t find my wallet. I see the blue uniform out of the corner of my eye at the same time the officer knocks his flashlight on my window. Before I can turn to respond, ther...e’s a flurry of movement, and he’s shouting. “Get out of the car with your hands up!” Turning, I freeze when I see his service revolver leveled at my face. “Take your hands slowly out of your handbag.” My heart is up in my throat as I remove my hands and hold them up. I see passersby on the sidewalk nervously glancing over their shoulders at my car. “Put them on the steering wheel.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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