“License and registration,” the officer asked.
“Officers, we’re on a case at the moment, trailing behind a suspect,” Teagan said.
The driver pulled out his license and registration of the government car to show to the officer.
“I’m trying to do my job, ma’am. I don’t care who you are,” he replied and called in the tags over the radio. Everyone groaned in annoyance that he was holding them up.
“You think giving us a ticket and holding us up from possibly catching a terrorist is a part of your job,” Teagan grunted.
“I suggest you relax, or I’ll hold you up even longer.” He pulled out his clipboard and wrote a ticket for speeding.
“We’ve more than lost her already, Teagan. Just calm down before he tries something else,” Spider muttered.
It made her blood boil. She had more clout, but i
