CHAPTER 3
“NO, HE NEVER TOLD US his name.” Kennedy was still parked in front of the gas station where she had finally decided to call her parents in Yanji.
“Well, I’m sorry,” she replied to her dad’s reprimand. “It’s not like I wake up every day and tell myself to ask for the name of every single cop who pulls me over and starts kicking my friend on the side of the road.”
She could hear her mom sigh on the other end of the line. “You know you’re going to have to report this, don’t you?”
Kennedy’s stomach was twisting and twirling like a double helix. “How can I do that if I don’t even know the guy’s name?”
“They have records of their traffic stops, sweetie. All you have to do is tell the police department where you were and what time it was when you got pulled over.”
Kennedy didn’t t
