I Pulled Over a Reckless Driver on a Gray, Empty Highway—Then She Came Charging at Me with a Baseball Bat, My K-9 Exploded into Action, and Within Seconds the Routine Traffic Stop Became Something Much Bigger Than Either of Us Expected. Because the narcotics hidden inside her SUV weren’t the most disturbing thing waiting for me that afternoon…
My name is Deputy Cole Mercer, and if you’ve never worked highway interdiction across the backroads of the American South on a cold, overcast afternoon, there’s one thing you should understand before anything else:
Silence can be dangerously deceptive.
The quiet has a way of convincing you that nothing is about to happen.
Most of the time, that’s exactly when everything goes wrong.
