With furrowed brows, Perry Reed hesitated, ultimately letting go of her.
Meanwhile—
"Knock. Knock. Knock."
The car window is being rapped on.
There stands a traffic officer in uniform, back straight and doing his job impeccably.
By any right, he should be turning them in for almost causing an accident by running a red light and now parking here, if he didn't, it would equate to misconduct.
Perhaps it's her military personality, Flossie shies from having the police catch her breaking the law. At the sound, she turns her head away, too listless to look.
Perry Reed, already disturbed, becomes even more impatient at the sight of the traffic police's arrival.
"Sit tight!"
He abruptly barks, eyebrow arched, looking straight ahead.
He steps on the accelerator!
The car takes off!
