Written for Open on Sunday, prompt "speed trap."
"Hey. Hey!" The big car swerved to a stop, and Jack pulled alongside it, lights still flashing. "Are you aware you were going eighty in a forty-mile zone?"
The window rolled down. "Sorry, officer. Can't quite hear you," the man in the driver's seat drawled.
Jack sighed, exiting his car irritably. These guys were all the same, provoking him to save their pride. They thought that-
A hand around his neck, a flash of teeth, and he never thought again.
Spike turned to Dru, a bloody grin on his face. "See, pet? Told you we could go with the drive-thru."