Every second felt stretched, every movement amplified in her heightened state of alertness. She realized the importance of her covert recording more than ever. This wasn’t just about her anymore; it was about preserving the truth of the encounter, whatever it may reveal.
Jenny ran her tongue over her dry lips, the lingering bitter taste of the coffee she’d had earlier turning sour with fear as she stood by the trunk of her car under the officer’s smoldering glare. She drew a deep breath, steadying herself for whatever was about to unfold as the trunk clicked open.The next few moments would be crucial. Jenny braced herself, looking nervously inside her trunk.