Martier widened her eyes. "No, I live in the neighborhood."
"Do you have some ID?"
Martier frowned. "I wasn't aware that I needed ID to go for a walk."
The officer's demeanor instantly changed. "Look lady, I'm asking you a simple question."
She understood that. The question was simple. She didn't understand why he was asking it.
He got out the car when she didn't answer quickly enough. "I'm going to need to see some ID." He was shorter than her, but she could see him pull himself up so that he appeared taller, though that tactic didn't work when standing next to a woman who towered over you by two full inches.
"I didn't bring my ID."
He sighed. "Where do you live?"
Martier's mouth opened as she felt the first tendrils of fear. She didn't remember the address. She had never had a r
