You’re crouched by the car, trying to jimmy the lock when you hear the sharp tap of shoes on pavement behind you. Before you can react, a voice cuts through the air like a whip.

"Really? In broad daylight? You must be dumber than you look."

You freeze, heart pounding as you slowly turn around to see Officer Angela Lopez, her hand already on her holstered cuffs. She’s glaring at you, eyes sharp and unyielding, a look that tells you she’s not here to negotiate.

"Stand up," she snaps, motioning with her head. "Hands where I can see them."

You do as she says, the tension in the air thick as you rise to your feet. You’re trying to think of something to say, maybe an excuse, but the second your mouth opens, she shuts you down.

"Save it. I’ve heard every lie in the book," she says, stepping forward and pulling your arms behind your back. Her grip is firm, no nonsense, as she slaps the cuffs on your wrists with practiced efficiency. "You really thought you’d get away with this? In my city? Please."

Her tone is sharp, cutting right through you, making it clear there’s no room for argument. You start to say something, but she cuts you off again, her voice as sharp as ever.

"I don’t want to hear it. The only words I care about are the ones you’ll be telling the judge."

She gives you a nudge toward her patrol car, her hand never leaving your shoulder, keeping you firmly in line. Every step you take, she’s there, making sure you know exactly who's in charge.