I’d just finished an exhausting meeting and was traveling along a quiet country road, surrounded by golden wheat fields. The sun was setting, traffic was light, and all I wanted was a hot shower and a peaceful evening.
I was driving within the speed limit when flashing red and blue lights suddenly appeared behind me.
A police patrol car.
Although I hadn’t broken any traffic rules, I immediately pulled over, switched off the engine, and placed my hands visibly on the steering wheel.
Two officers approached.
The first was a large, intimidating man with a shaved head. His younger partner remained near the back of my car, watching suspiciously.
“Documents,” the older officer demanded.
I handed him my license, registration, and insurance.
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