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your door?” the now pissed officer snapped.
    “Habit,” was the only response.
    “I need to look inside of your car,” the deputy barked. “Please unlock the door.”
    “I do not consent to searches, sir,” Mr. McMillian replied politely.
    “Please unlock the car, sir. I have probable cause to search this vehicle.”
    “What probable cause, deputy? A traffic violation isn’t enough to conduct a warrantless search.”
    “We have reports of people violating the Houston Quarantine Zone,” the officer replied. “Your daughters are covered in mud, and you’re acting suspicious. Now please open your car before I arrest you on obstruction charges.”
    “Being soiled is a crime, sir?” the now-scared father argued. “Not appreciating being pulled over is now a good reason to make us suspects? I think you’re on awful shaky ground here, Deputy. And I’ll say again, I do not consent to searches. So either write me a ticket or let us go.”
    “Fine, have it your way,” the cop replied coldly as he drew his weapon. “On the ground! Now! On the ground!” he started screaming.
    Stunned at the instant escalation, Mr. McMillian hesitated for just a moment. His heart stopped when he heard the officer flick off the safety on his weapon.
    Everything seemed to freeze just at that moment in time, McMillian watching the cop’s knuckle tighten on the pistol’s trigger.
    “Hey! Asshole!” sounded Anna’s voice from the now-open backseat window. “I got your fucking search warrant - right here!”
    The deputy was less than three feet from the previously ignored girl. His eyes widened when he spotted the barrel of a gun pointed at his head.
    The first shot struck the cop in the temple. It would have been enough, but Anna kept on firing round after round from the small revolver. After the thunder from six shots had ceased rolling across the rural Texas landscape, only the click, click, click of a hammer striking spent cartridges could be heard.
    With hate-crazed eyes, Anna kept pulling the trigger on the now empty gun. Her father’s hand gently pushing down the pistol finally brought her out of the trance. With a blink, then another, the girl’s expression turned to pure horror as she looked up into her dad’s eyes. “I’m not going back. Don’t let them send me back.”
    “Oh Lord in Heaven, Anna. What have you done?”

    The McMillians could only stare at the deputy’s corpse, Anna and her father fixated on the growing pool of crimson liquid leaking from the man’s shattered skull. Paige appeared from the passenger side, quickly glancing up and down the country road to make sure there wasn’t any traffic approaching.
    “Help me,” she ordered, glancing at the still-stunned father. “We need to clean this up before somebody comes along.”
    With a series of quick motions, the elder sister grabbed the dead officer under the armpits and began to drag him back toward his car. Struggling under the weight, she again barked at her father. “Help me, Daddy, please!”
    Mr. McMillian snapped out of it, at least enough to move to his daughter’s side. The two managed to get the heavy cadaver back to the patrol car, pushing and shoving to stuff him inside.
    Anna wanted to help as well, retrieving the officer’s hat and gun and tossing them inside.
    “The dash cam,” Paige observed, pointing toward the windshield. “If they find his car, they’ll have our license plate on the dash cam.”
    “Pull it out by the wires,” Anna urged. “Rip it to shreds.”
    “I read where the recording equipment is sealed in a vault in the trunk. Even if I tear out the camera, they’ll still have the video. We need to destroy the whole car.
    Frantic, Paige began scanning the remote landscape, her gaze finally settling on a slight knoll just up the road. “Dad, can we tow this car to that rise? I’ve got an idea.”
    After a flash of puzzlement, Mr. McMillan looked where his daughter was pointing. “I… I guess…  I have a