The motorist complied immediately, cut the engine, and rolled down her window. A tall, imposing officer with a grim expression stepped up to the vehicle. His partner lingered a step behind, peering intently at the driver through the open glass.
“Hand over your papers,” the first trooper demanded gruffly.
Victoria passed him her license and registration. The officer turned the items over in his hands, glanced at the cabin, and stared back at the motorist. He spotted no infractions, yet he showed no rush to give the paperwork back.
“Why did you pull me over?” Victoria inquired evenly.
“Routine check,” he answered shortly.
“What exactly are you inspecting? I committed no violation, and you didn’t even state your name.”
The trooper scowled. He clearly resented that the driver spoke with such poise and refused to be intimidated.
“Getting a bit too smart, are we?” the second officer sneered, stepping closer. “Just sit quietly while professionals talk to you.”
