“LICENSE AND REGISTRATION, please.”
“Afternoon, officer, ” Matt said.
Matt's tone was light and friendly, but his white-knuckled grip on the steering wheel and the bitter stench of fear filling the SUV gave away his friend's true emotions. Warren almost gagged on the smell.
“Show me your papers, too.”
“Insurance papers?”
“No, asshole. Your green card. Give it.”
Shit. They had to get one of those cops.
“I'm a citizen. I don't have a green card.”
“Prove it.”
Matt clenched his teeth as he produced a passport, driver's license, insurance card and registration. For all the s**t cops gave him, he didn't envy his pack brother. Matt also had to deal with those that thought he was an illegal.
The cop stuck his head inside the car. Sniffed. Looked around. Came eye to eye with Warren. The
