The officer looked at me for a long second.
Then… something shifted in his expression.
Not suspicion.
Not anger.
Something else.
“Sir,” he said, a little softer now, “we’re not here to arrest you.”
I blinked.
Because that had been my first thought.
“What?” I asked.
Before he could answer, another car pulled up behind the line.
Not a police …
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