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please.”
    The cop tried one more time, obviously frustrated with his malfunctioning equipment. The McMillian family waited to see his next move.
    For a minute, the girls thought the deputy was going to simply give up. A mile passed, and then two, the cop falling back to a safe distance. Their father knew better. “He’s just waiting until we get up on this small rise ahead,” he announced. “He thinks his radio might work better on the high ground.”
    Sure enough, the now-familiar voice sounded through the speaker. “Traffic, One David forty.”
    “Go ahead, One David forty.”
    This time, Mr. McMillan pulsed the button, the control’s fast-paced clicking filling the otherwise silent cab.
    “One David forty, something must be wrong with your radio. You’re breaking up,” came the now frustrated dispatcher.
    Again the deputy fell back, obviously trying to figure out how to proceed.
    “Here he comes again,” Anna announced, unable to keep from looking out the back window despite her father’s repeated requests that everyone act natural.
    This time there wasn’t any attempted communication, the cop turning on his lights and bumping the siren.
    “Everybody stay cool,” the anxious father ordered. “I wasn’t breaking any traffic laws, so he’s very limited in what he can do. Just keep your mouths shut, and don’t answer any questions.”
    After both vehicles were on the shoulder, the deputy exited his cruiser and adorned a white cowboy hat. “Oh, brother,” McMillian whispered, “one of those.”
    When the officer was outside his window, the driver rolled down the glass a few inches. “Good morning, Officer. What can I do for you?”
    “May I see your license and proof of insurance, please,” the cop replied in a monotone voice.
    “Sure,” McMillan said, reaching for his wallet.
    He remembered to take the seldom-used driver’s license from behind its plastic cover, handing both of the requested articles to the waiting cop.
    “I’ll be right back,” the deputy said, glancing at the identification. “Please wait here inside of your vehicle.”
    Mr. McMillan watched the officer return to his car. As soon as he saw the deputy take a seat behind the wheel, he reached for the microphone.
    Only “One David…” came across the airwaves before the pickup’s high-powered transmitter again overrode the weaker law enforcement radio.
    “He’s probably getting really pissed, Dad,” Anna observed.
    A few moments later the officer was again standing outside the driver’s window. “Mr. McMillian, what are you up to today?” he casually asked.
    “Just passing through, Officer. Is there a problem?”
    The cop clearly didn’t like the vague answer. “Just passing through to where? Why?”
    “My daughters and I were visiting some of their college friends down by Conroe,” lied the driver. “We’re just on our way home this morning.”
    The mention of his children caused the deputy to scan Paige in the front seat. His visual sweep paused on her muddy jeans and dirty hands. He then moved on, giving Anna the once over.
    “May I see the passengers’ identification, please.”
    Paige was defiant. “I don’t have any ID with me.”
    Quickly hopping on the bandwagon, Anna added, “Me neither.”
    “Neither one of you have any identification on you?” the cop replied, clearly not believing their story.
    “Nope,” Paige replied, glaring at the officer across the cab.
    The deputy took a step backwards.
    “Please step out of the car, Mr. McMillian,” came the officer’s harsh order.
    “Why? Have I done something wrong, sir?”
    Louder this time, his hand drifting toward the pistol on his belt, the deputy repeated his command. “Please step out of the car, sir!”
    Grunting his displeasure, Mr. McMillian undid his seatbelt and reached for the handle. The moment his feet hit the pavement, he immediately closed the door, holding up his key fob and pressing the lock button.
    “Why did you just lock