If she let them process her under a false name, the state audit would be compromised before Director Marcus could secure the necessary court records.
She needed to halt the arrest before they reached the brick headquarters in town.
“Officer Vance,” Victoria said.
“Save it for the judge,” Vance said.
“Look in my right shorts pocket,” Victoria said.
Miller turned around in his seat, his brow furrowed as he looked through the metal screen.
“She has something in her pocket,” Miller said.
“I told you to search her,” Vance said, his voice dropping an octave.
“I did a quick pat-down,” Miller said, his face flushing red.
“With my hands behind my back, I cannot do it myself,” Victoria said.
Vance slowed the cruiser, pulling onto a wide dirt pull-off near an old timber mill.
The engine idled with a low rumble, the exhaust heat rising past the rear window.
“What is in the pocket?” Vance asked, his hand drifting down to his holster.
