Tessa’s POV
So, the next day, I got all dolled up and headed to the police station with Robert right by my side. He insisted on coming along for support, which I really appreciated.
I approached the officer at the front desk and explained the whole ordeal. I told them about my stolen car and how those sneaky criminals had disguised themselves as police officers. It was late yesterday, dark and eerie when it happened. “I was driving along, minding my own business, when I suddenly came across what seemed like a legitimate police checkpoint.”
But as I recounted the story, I emphasized the oddities that made me question their authenticity. The fake officers had a menacing aura about them, and their uniforms looked slightly off. Their badges didn't shine like the real deal, and their deme
