stepped backward slowly, deliberately.
The lead officer didn’t wait. He closed the gap, seized my hands with a firm, commanding grip, and slammed my chest against the icy, rain-soaked trunk of my car.
The sharp ratcheting click of Smith & Wesson cuffs snapping around my wrists rang out over the static of police radios.
“You’re under arrest for a felony hit-and-run resulting in severe bodily injury,” he growled near my ear, his breath hot against my neck as he searched my coat for weapons.
“You have the right to remain
