“I clocked you swerving back there, ma’am. Have you been drinking tonight?” The officer’s flashlight beam was intense, shining directly into her face. “No, sir, I haven’t been drinking,” Jenny replied, “I was just a bit distracted adjusting the radio. Sorry, it won’t happen again.” She offered the warmest smile she could muster.
Usually, this smile worked wonders for her; it had charmed many men before, and she had relied on it often. But this time, the situation was different. The officer seemed unconvinced, not returning her friendly demeanor. He checked her documents with such intensity that Jenny’s nerves began to fray. What was going on?!