Vance walked up to the window. “Evening,” he said. His voice sounded calmer than he felt. The driver nodded. “Evening, Officer.” His tone was cautious but not hostile, like a man who had practiced being polite to authority.
“Do you know why I pulled you over?” Vance asked. The driver shook his head. “No, sir. I don’t think I did anything wrong.” His voice carried something else under the words—a worry that had nothing to do with speeding.