Usual disclaimers apply.
A triple drabble this time. After this post there will be a break of about a week because I'll be away. However, I've just finished writing this story so I should be able to post regularly after that.
Thank you for reading.
Flashing lights and sirens. Uh-Oh.
"What can I do for you officer?" Paul got out of the car as ordered and selected his most charming smile.
"Are you the owner of this vehicle?" The traffic cop did not look impressed.
Paul thought quickly. It would not do to mention poker. The FBI may have ways of tracking such things through all the different police departments. If their employees were as smart as van Pelt then they definitely would.
"Yes, sir. I bought her from a Mr Spalding two days ago. Isn't she beautiful? I'm taking her for a spin."
"Mr Spalding. Hmm." The cop looked even more disgusted. Gesturing to his colleague, the other cop pulled out a laptop and typed the details in. Nodding at the screen, he passed the computer over to Mr Sour-Faced Cop, whose scowl grew even bigger.
"Ah. The Change of Ownership documents have been filed. May I see your insurance documents and driver's licence?"
After rummaging in the glove box, Paul passed them over, concentrating on maintaining his affable and slightly worried expression.
"I'm sorry officer, is there a problem?" He tried to calm his racing mind. The PD would not search the car without due cause and right now they didn't have any. Searching the car would be OK, though they may worry about the lightness of his packing. A body search would mean that the game was up.
Sighing, the Traffic Cop shook his head. "No sir. A routine check, that's all. Everything is in order. Have a good day."
As the two cops walked back to their vehicle, Paul concentrated on their conversation using his acute listening skills. The words 'cocaine' and 'Mexico' drifted back to him. It looked like Spalding's little drugs ring might have been busted. What perfect timing!