“License and registration, please,” Vance said. The line was familiar, but his focus was split. The driver moved slowly, careful not to startle. He handed over the documents. Vance scanned them automatically. The forgery was a good attempt, but Vance saw through it.
Liam Cross. The name on the license was unfamiliar. Vance said it aloud once. He watched the driver’s face. There was a flicker—fear, recognition, guilt, maybe all three. “I don’t know why I have been stopped,” Liam said, as if on cue. However, Vance caught his strange, steely stare.