as I stepped onto the slick shoulder of the highway.
Immediately, three powerful LED spotlights locked onto me, pinning me in place. Through the glare, I could make out the outlines of officers taking cover behind their doors, weapons drawn and aimed straight at my chest.
A red laser dot flickered across the center of my coat.
“Turn around. Interlace your fingers behind your head. Walk backward toward the sound of my voice.”
I obeyed with mechanical precision. Turning my back to the guns, I laced my fingers together and
