Part 1
The first thing I saw was the red and blue strobing across my windshield, like someone had turned my quiet street into a crime show set. The second thing I heard was her voice—sharp, loud, practiced—cutting through the morning air as if she’d been rehearsing it in front of a mirror.
“Arrest him right now!”
I eased my truck …
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