The heavy metallic clack of the officer’s ring hitting the window felt like a gunshot in the small car.
I froze, my heart stopping mid-beat.
The officer leaned down. He was a big man, his shoulders broad in his tan uniform. Through the dark tint, I could only see the reflection of my own panicked face in his silver aviator sunglasses. He gestured again: roll it down.
"Stay down," I hissed to Angel. I scrambled to pull my sweatpants up, my hands shaking so hard I could barely find the zipper. Angel pulled her skirt over her hips, her face now white with fear and her eyes wide as she huddled against the door.
I cracked the window just an inch. The hot air of the bridge rushed in, along with the sound of rushing traffic.
"Sir?" The officer’s voice was deep, a low rumble of authority. "I
