“Officer, it’s impressive how vigilant you are, even late at night. Is it always this intense?” Jenny ventured, her voice laced with a hint of admiration, hoping to catch him off guard. The officer seemed momentarily puzzled by her comment but then he quickly regained his composure.
He studied her intently, his professional demeanor unshaken. “Just step out and open the trunk,” he commanded firmly, his gaze sharp and unnerving. Jenny couldn’t help but think, Why is this happening? I was just driving. Something about this feels very wrong…