"I have reason to believe you are intoxicated, Miss Carrington," he said. "You seemed to have no reaction when that balloon popped. Most women would have screamed or jumped. You did not. That indicates a dulling of the senses, which indicates that you may be inebriated."
"I'm not drunk, officer," I said. "I've blown a lot of balloons to popping, hundreds, maybe thousands, and I -"
"Open your blouse, Miss Carrington," he said. This time, the edge was razor sharp.
I unbuttoned my blouse and pulled it open, thinking that this couldn't possibly be standard police procedure.
A hand extended into the flashlight beam.
There was a balloon in it, of a size I knew very, very well. It was a 36" balloon. Blue, of course. From the neck size, I guessed it was a Unique or a Qualatex.
"Blow this up,
