Group 4

Police Officer

“What the hell is this car doing?” I thought out loud.  There was a blue ford focus covered in mud pulled off to the side of the dirt road.  It was running and I couldn’t quite make out how many people were in it or what they were doing so I decided to drive in for a closer look.

As I got closer I saw a kid, probably early twenties, sitting in the driver seat.  I figured it was just some kids smoking weed or a guy with his girlfriend.  I hated being the bad guy when it was something harmless, especially when I remember being that age, but I had to do my job whether I liked it or not.

I grabbed my walkie talkie and alerted the station, “I have a blue focus parked on a side street, about to check it out, I’ll let you know what the deal is in a few minutes.” 

I flipped my lights on and pulled in behind the parked car.  I took a few deep breaths in preparation for my “hard ass cop” speech that I always strived for.

The window unrolled revealing a surprisingly calm young man.  “What are you doing pulled over like this?” I questioned, “and with your lights off?  You could have been hit.”

“I’m sorry sir, I just pulled off to text my mom to let her know that I would be home a little late,” the kid explained.

“Have you been drinking at all tonight,” I asked.

“Not a sip,” he quickly answered.

“Why do you have two phones sitting on your passenger seat?” I was curious.

“My younger brother left his in here earlier, the other is mine,” he claimed.

I walked to the other side of the car to look around.  Something seemed off, but I couldn’t put my finger on what it was.  I decided to run his plate and go from there. 

After going through the standard motions in my vehicle, I discovered a spotless record.  I was glad to find this out.  He seemed like a responsible kid and answered all of my questions without hesitation.  I approached the car for the second time and the boy was still sitting innocently with the window open.  “You’re all set, son,” I announced, “get home safe now.”

As he pulled away I got back in my car.  I phoned the station over the walkie talkie again, “No problems here.  He was a good kid and I let him go.”