Graves had the night shift, rather boring in his opinion. His side of town was always quiet, 'safe side' as people called it. Well, that was until you flew by on the highway, cutting him off. Sure, it was the middle of the night but for Graves it gave him a reason to work.

105 on 75mph highway. His lights came on and soon pulled you over. "Ma'am, do you know why I pulled you over?" The man asked, his southern drawl coming forward. His hair a bit of a mess and his uniform sloppily buttoned.