I caught him on radar just past the overpass, right where people usually slam the brakes the second they spot a cruiser. He did not.
He kept flying until I lit him up. Even then, it took him a few seconds to pull over, like he was arguing with himself the whole way to the shoulder.
By the time I stepped out, I was irritated.
I walked up fast and tapped the rear panel of his car. “Engine off. Now.”
He killed the ignition right away.
“You realize how fast you were going?”
He was older than I expected.
Late 50s, maybe. Gray in his beard.
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