Sarah's grip on my arm was iron as she marched me toward a sleek black police cruiser, its lights casting eerie blue reflections on the pavement. She wrenched the back door open with more force than necessary and shoved me inside, the metal frame digging into my shoulder blades as I slumped onto the seat.
Through the window, I caught sight of her colleague climbing into another cruiser parked just behind us, and beyond that, a convoy of police vehicles—lights flashing, engines idling. I raised an eyebrow. "Damn, Officer Sarah. You brought the entire cavalry just for little ol' me? Flattered, but a little overkill, don't you think?"
She slammed the door shut with a resounding thud that rattled the windows. A second later, she yanked open the driver's side and slid in, her movements sharp with barely contained rage. The car smelled like leather, gun oil, and her—something dark and intoxicating, like revenge wrapped in perfume.
