The adrenaline dying down, a look of recognition emerged on Officer Milo’s face. “Hey, you’re the kid I pulled over last night.”

Hope danced in Jameson’s eyes. Maybe he could talk his way out of this. “Yes, officer. You were more than understanding last night and I think- “

Sometimes hope isn’t a very good dancer and she steps on your feet just when you need her most. “Save your sob story for the judge,” Officer Milo said, slamming the door. “Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me.“

“But if you take me to jail, I might never see her again.”

“Civilians,” Officer Milo sighed, rolling his eyes and a cigarette. “Always trying to pull one over on Johnny Law. We’re out there busting our butts day in and day out to keep these streets safe and does anyone ever say, ‘Thank you, officer. Or ‘You look very nice today in your uniform.’ No, all we get is sob stories and excuses. Answer me one question: do I look like an idiot?“

Jameson bit his lip, exercising his right to remain silent.