Both hands rested comfortably on the steering wheel.
I had stopped completely at the last intersection, signaled every turn, and maintained a safe distance from the few vehicles I encountered.
There was absolutely no reason for anyone to stop me.
That was why the patrol car approaching from behind barely registered in my mind.
I noticed its dark grille in my rearview mirror and assumed the officers were simply traveling in the same direction.
Then the emergency lights flashed.
Red and blue reflections danced across my rear window.
I glanced at my speedometer again.
Fifty-three.
I checked my seat belt.
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