“It’s a fake, officer,” I said.

“Whatever he has in his hand is a complete fake.”

“Just get down here as quickly as you can, ma’am,” Hale said.

“I’ll keep them in the driveway until you arrive.”

Rachel slammed the gear shift back into drive and stomped on the gas, sending a spray of gravel against the rest stop guardrail as we pulled back onto the highway.

We were eleven miles past the exit when my phone rang again.