Cece looked down at her phone and smiled. Unfortunately, Nic’s text message would have to wait until she was finished with the traffic stop.
“Good morning, Officer. I’m so sorry I was speeding. I was on my way to the gym and I’m late.” The young woman puffed her chest up, the straps of her shirt barely keeping her breasts from popping out.
“That’s okay, ma’am. At least you’re honest.” Cece lowered her sunglasses to look into the dark interior of the vehicle. The frustration on the woman’s face clearly meant she was expecting a male officer, probably someone like Murdoch who certainly would exchange the proffered view for leniency. “License, registration, and proof of insurance, please. Do you live on campus, Miss…” Cece looked at the license. The photo resembled the driver if you got rid
