Finally, the policeman sauntered over to them. He had that typical side-to-side gait Kennedy always associated with cops in movies. Mr. Bow Legs. She tried to remember from the police shows she watched with her dad what she was supposed to do now. Keep her hands on the wheel? No, that was only for suspects and criminals. This was just a traffic stop. Kennedy had replayed every move she’d made since she turned onto Arlington. Not a single mistake. It had to be something to do with Willow’s car. She held her eyes shut for a moment. That was so like her roommate. Why couldn’t Willow learn a little personal responsibility?
Officer Bow Legs rapped on her window. His hands were massive. Another tremor blasted through Kennedy’s abdomen. She forced herself to take a breath from deep within her be
