“Good evening officer.” The driver was sweating bullets: Indication of culpability. Orange made a mental note.
“Do you know why I pulled you over?”
The man smiled. “Come on mister, I’ve a wife and kids at home and the shift went late. How about we just pretend this never happened?”
Orange cleared his throat. “I’m afraid we can’t do that, sir.” He tried to suppress the tremble in his voice. “I’ll need some sort of identification.”
“Maybe I can sweeten the deal a little?”
Was he referring to the truckload of ice cream? Orange was confused. “You do realize that bribery is an arrestable offense.” Orange threatened, hoping that he wouldn’t have to actually arrest this fella.
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“Who’s talking about bribery?” The man put up both hands. “I ain’t got any money for you anyway.” But th
