The deputy’s hand stopped halfway to his radio.
For the first time since he had switched on his flashing lights, he looked uncertain.
The voice from dispatch came again.
“Unit fourteen, confirm the name you just gave.”
The deputy glanced at my mother.
“Shirley Hagen,” he repeated into the microphone.
This time, there was no laugh.
No sarcastic comment about homemade paperwork.
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