"You've got to be kidding." Noah mumbled. He was looking behind us too. "Dad's going to kill us."
"It's okay. We're only three minutes away from home." Dave said, trying to be reasonable, but he didn't exactly sound calm. "We can still beat him. The worst the cop will do is give a ticket."
"Wouldn't that still be bad?" I asked, trying to keep my heart rate steady, but failing.
"You weren't speeding were you?" Kyle asked.
Knock, knock. Before Dave could even think of answering, the police officer had reached the drivers window and was signaling for Dave to roll down his window.
Dave complied. "Hi."
"License and registration." The officer was straightforward and didn't waste any pleasantries.
"Uh...was I going too fast, officer?" Dave said in a meek voice.
"Do you have your license and registration sir?" The officer didn't answer.
