Through my side mirror, I watched two uniformed officers step out of the patrol car.
The first was broad-shouldered, tall, and heavyset, with a square jaw and a stiff expression that suggested he was already irritated.
The second was younger and leaner, with closely cropped dark hair and an almost casual confidence in his movements.
Neither appeared hurried.
Neither approached as though responding to an emergency.
The larger officer came directly to my window while his partner remained several feet behind him.
« License and registration, » he demanded.
There was no greeting.
No introduction.
No explanation.
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