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OFFICER DOWN: I OFFERED HIM MY WARM HOLE

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The rain hit the windshield so hard I could barely see the road. It was a heavy, cold storm. The wipers were on high, but they just smeared the water across the glass. I tapped the gas. I just wanted to get home. I was doing eighty in a fifty-five zone, but the roads were empty. Who cared?

Red and blue lights flashed in my rearview mirror.

"Shit," I whispered. My heart jumped into my throat. I checked the mirror. A massive police SUV was right on my tail. I slowed down and pulled onto the muddy
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