Archer
“Look guy.” I hope me using that term pisses him off. “This isn’t even your jurisdiction. What the fuck right did you have to pull her over?”
“It’s Officer Fugate,” he corrects me, before continuing on. “She failed to signal a turn.”
I’m real annoyed. “You got that on your dash cam?” I point to where his camera is mounted on the dash.
“It wasn’t on.” He shrugs.
“How fucking convenient for you.” I smirk, shaking my head.
“It’s something the garage knows about, but the budget is lean over in Calvert County.” He eyes me.
My gaze is on Alisa who’s sitting in her car with her hands locked around her steering wheel. She’s white-knuckling as he and I stand out here, yelling at one another. “I’m not allowing you to ticket her without proof. Did you radio it in?”