The Slow Lane Standoff and the Asphalt Line That Wouldn’t Bend
CHAPTER 1: THE WEIGHT OF THE ASPHALT “Blow into the tube, ma’am, or we skip the courtesy and go straight to the county lockup.” Officer Miller didn’t wait for an answer. He leaned his two hundred and fifty pounds deeper into the driver’s side window frame of the beige Buick, the worn leather of his…