I Pulled Over a Reckless Driver on a Desolate Highway—Then She Charged at Me Swinging a Bat, My K-9 Lost It, and in One Heart-Stopping Second, a Routine Traffic Stop Exploded Into a Case No One Saw Coming…

Not simply frightened.

Something deeper.

Something chemically wrong.

Later I would learn her name.

Tasha Boone.

At first glance, it resembled countless roadside stops I’d handled before.

She couldn’t sit still.

Her hands kept moving.

She spoke too quickly.

Nothing stayed where it should.