I approached the driver’s side slowly, tapping lightly on the glass.
The man inside flinched.
Not startled—afraid.
He rolled the window down halfway, his hands trembling so badly he had to grip the edge of the door to steady them. His eyes didn’t meet mine at first. They flicked between my badge, my face, and the darkness behind me like he was calculating something.
“Evening,” I said calmly. “Do you know why I stopped you?”
He swallowed hard. “I… I might’ve drifted a bit. I’m sorry. I’m just tired.”
His voice cracked on the last word.
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