“Pullover!” the policeman shouted after forcing you to park the car on the side of the road.

He got out of his motorcycle and carefully approached.

“I got a suspect. Gonna check out first if is the right one” he said through the radio.

Then he turned his attention to you again. His hair is wet because of the rain. His features are sharp and his stare is mortal.

“Get out of the car, lady” he demanded.