A police car pulled up in front of him, yanking him away from his strategic thoughts. An officer got out of the car and walked toward him. “Nice night,” he said, reservedly.
Cam gave him a small nod. “Yup.”
“What are you doing hanging around here? Waiting for someone?”
“Yeah. My girlfriend.”
“Mmmm hmmm,” the constable sounded, stepping over the parking curb and up to Cam. “You got some ID?”
“Yeah,” Cam said, digging into the back pocket of his baggy old green work pants for his wallet. He handed his driver’s license over to the officer and the officer, in turn, motioned for his partner to come and take the card from him.
As the second constable got out of the car and started around the front of it, the first officer read Cam’s name aloud. “Keller, Cameron Michael,” he said, handing t
