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On the Road Again
Chapter 7
Traffic Stop
The speeding car tripped my radar gun at 95 miles an hour, way over the legal limit. I pulled out of my little hidey hole and took off after the huge black monster, a grinning behemoth from decades past.
No one blows through my town that way; I don't care who they are or where they're going. The thrill of a coming confrontation spiked up my adrenaline levels, already high from my early morning argument with Lori. Since I had to control my temper with my wife the thought of turning lose on the guys in that car was like freedom beckoning.
I called in the plates and watched the black muscle car pull over to the side of the road. I waited though, let 'em sweat, I thought and watched the two men through the windows. The plates came back a couple of minutes later, registered to a Singer Salvage yard out of South Dakota. Looked like all I could get 'em for would be speeding and they would be out of Missouri before the ink dried on the ticket.
I pulled out the clip board and approached the car. "Keep your hands, where I can see them." I barked at the driver. The face that looked up at me reminded me of the guy who was dating my oldest daughter. He didn't look a lot like Roy, it was just the attitude, the God's Gift to Woman attitude and, I admit, I lost it a bit.
I couldn't see the other guy very well but he had put his hands on the dashboard so he knew how to play the game. They most likely had been stopped plenty of times before; very likely considering how Mr. God's Gift drove. I looked over the license and registration and couldn't really fault him on paperwork but there was something off about them. Something made me itch. I let both of them out of the car and asked if they minded if I looked it over. The tall passenger minded very much and I called for backup.
Once Ron arrived we looked over the open portions of the car. I suspected drugs or some kind of contraband but nothing was visible. They refused to open the trunk and the tall guy told me I would have to get a search warrant Iwould have just ignored them but Ron was standing there watching me and he was only just out of the Academy in St Louis. I followed the book when he was around.
So I said they were resisting arrest and got them loaded in the back of my cruiser.
By the time I was locking them up in a cell together I was beginning to cool off. I knew I had let my temper get the best of me and now I had a problem, not them. In the morning Judge Jefferson would be asking me some pretty pointed questions about the basis for the arrest. The judge was not going to accept my 'They made me itch' reason. Everyone else in the station also was giving me sideways looks and now I was looking for a way out. I didn't think that my prisoners would hand it to me on a platter.
The Sheriff spent some time in the back by the cells and when he came out he waived me over to his office.
"Officer Reynolds, why did you bring those two young men in?" he asked.
I started to explain and he didn't buy my 'itchy feeling' reasoning either.
The Sheriff tented his fingers and put his feet up on his desk. "I'm afraid your 'itchy feeling' may have landed this office right in the middle of the ACLU discrimination law suit going on up in St. Louis right now."
I had no idea what the man was taking about. He suggested I take a little walk and go look at my prisoners and maybe apologize and see how fast I could get them back to their car. I was completely amazed by the suggestion.
When I got back there the tall guy had the other guy mostly naked and they were making out like a couple of kids right there on the cell cot, in front of God and everybody, including me. They heard me and the tall one stopped sucking the other guy's face long enough to look up at me.
"You still want to see what we have in the trunk, officer?" he asked.
I definitely had named Mr. God's Gift to Women all wrong.
