Jenny’s heart skipped a beat as she saw the flashing red and blue lights appear in her rearview mirror. What could she have possibly done wrong? “I was just driving normally, not even speeding,” Jenny mumbled. Hmm, maybe just some random check-up, she thought, and calmly pulled over to the side of the deserted rural road.
As the officer approached, a bright light shone through the driver’s side window. Jenny winced as the bright beam from the officer’s flashlight suddenly flooded the interior of her car. Unsuspecting of what was to come, she rolled down the window. “License and registration,” the officer demanded, his tone sharp. Jenny complied, offering a polite smile, one that had often smoothed over minor issues in the past.
However, this time was different. Her usual charm, which had frequently been her ticket out of trouble, seemed to be ineffective. As she watched the officer thoroughly scrutinize her from head to toe, she couldn’t shake the feeling that it might even work to her disadvantage this time. And minutes later, as she would discover the reason, the sense of foreboding grew; this was bad, really bad…