*Alex*
Chloe tensed beside me. Her fear was palpable, permeating the van's interior as she fiddled with her hands in her lap. A flash of anger roared inside of me. I didn't like seeing her afraid.
“What are we going to do?" she asked just above a whisper.
“I'll handle this. Just relax."
The security guard, such as he was, strolled up toward the driver's side window. His uniform was spot on, I had to admit, right down to the brand of walkie-talkie he used. Only the way he walked wasn't right.
Campus cops sometimes have delusions of grandeur, but for the most part, they try to be professional. They would walk up toward you with a deliberate and staid air. This man, however, was nervous, walking a bit too fast, and the skin around his eyes just a bit too tight.
I rolled down the window
