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I’ve never been able to explain what happened to me on that road.

This was about eight years ago. I was driving to a friend’s house late at night, sometime after eleven. She lived about forty minutes away, and I’d made the drive enough times that I didn’t need directions anymore.

Most of it was highway, but the last fifteen minutes took me through the middle of nowhere.

If you’ve ever driven through rural Texas at night, you know what I mean. There were no streetlights and hardly any houses. Just long stretches of road with fields on either side, patches of thick trees, and the occasional mailbox that seemed to appear out of nowhere when your headlights hit it.

It was the kind of dark where your headlights didn’t feel like enough.

I wasn’t scared, though.

I had driven that road plenty of times before.

I had the radio on, and I was thinking about what my friend and I were going to do when I got there when red and blue lights suddenly filled my rearview mirror.

My stomach dropped.

I immediately looked at my speedometer.

I wasn’t speeding. At least, I didn’t think I was.

I slowed down a little, hoping maybe the police car was trying to get around me, but it slowed down too.

The lights stayed directly behind me.

So I pulled over.

There wasn’t much of a shoulder. I got as far off the road as I could without putting my tires into the ditch, then put the car in park.

I turned the radio down and reached for my purse.

That was when I looked in my mirror again and noticed the police car.

It was old.

Not just an older model that was still in service. It looked genuinely old. Big and boxy, with the red and blue lights mounted across the top.

I remember staring at it and wondering if some tiny police department out there was still using cars from twenty or thirty years ago.

The driver’s door opened.

I locked my doors.

I didn’t even think about it. My hand just went straight to the button.

The officer stepped out and started walking toward me.

I could see him in my side mirror as he approached. He was tall, or at least he seemed tall from where I was sitting, and his uniform looked different from the police uniforms I was used to seeing. The shirt was a lighter color, and he wore one of those wide belts with everything attached to it.

I rolled my window down a few inches.

He stopped beside my door.

“Evening.”

“Hi.”

His voice was calm. Not friendly exactly, but not threatening either.

He leaned slightly toward my window.

“Do you know why I pulled you over?”

“No, sir.”

He looked at me for a moment.

That was the first time I noticed something strange about his face.

I could see him.

I want to make that clear.

He wasn’t transparent. There wasn’t some black shadow where his face should have been. Nothing dramatic like that.

I just couldn’t seem to focus on it.

I could see his uniform perfectly. I could see the badge on his chest and the flashlight in his hand. I could even see the dark hair along his forearm when he rested his hand against the top of my door.

But when I looked directly at his face, the details seemed soft.

Blurry.

Like trying to focus on someone through a wet windshield.

I blinked a few times.

Nothing changed.

I told myself it was my contacts. I had been wearing them since early that morning, and my eyes were tired.

“Where are you headed tonight?” he asked.

I told him the name of the town.

“Got somebody waiting for you?”

That question caught me off guard.

“My friend.”

“She know you’re coming?”

“Yes.”

He stood there for another second.

I suddenly became very aware of how dark it was outside my car.

There was nothing behind him except trees.

No houses. No porch lights. No other cars coming down the road.

Just me, him, and the flashing lights behind us.

“License, please.”

“Sure.”

I reached for my purse on the passenger seat and dug through it until I found my wallet. I pulled my license out and passed it through the small opening in my window.

He took it.

For a second, he just looked down at it under his flashlight.

Then he looked at me.

“Wait here.”

“Okay.”

He turned and walked back toward his car.

I watched him in my side mirror until he reached it. He opened the driver’s door and got inside.

I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding.

The whole interaction had made me uncomfortable, but I couldn’t explain why.

He hadn’t threatened me.

He hadn’t really done anything wrong.

Maybe asking whether someone knew I was coming was a little strange, but maybe there was a reason for it. Maybe someone had been reported missing. Maybe there had been an accident nearby.

I was trying very hard to make it normal.

So I picked up my phone and texted my friend.

“Got pulled over. I’ll be there in a few.”

She answered almost immediately.

“For what?”

“No idea.”

I glanced into my rearview mirror.

The lights were still flashing behind me, filling the inside of my car with alternating red and blue. Every few seconds the trees along the side of the road lit up with them too, then disappeared back into darkness.

I looked down at my phone again.

“This cop is weird.”

“Weird how?”

I thought about it before I answered. I didn’t really know how to explain what had bothered me about him without sounding ridiculous.

“He looks old. Like his car does. And I swear his face looked blurry.”

I stared at the message for a second before I sent it. I almost erased the last part, but I didn’t.

Three question marks appeared almost immediately.

I smiled a little despite myself.

“I know. It sounds stupid. He took my license and went back to his car. He’s taking forever.”

My phone started ringing.

I answered and put her on speaker.

“What do you mean his face was blurry?” she asked.

“I don’t know. It was just weird.”

“Like you couldn’t see him?”

“No, I could see him. I just couldn’t see his face right. I don’t know how to explain it.”

“Maybe your contacts?”

“That’s what I thought.”

I rubbed one of my eyes and looked down at the phone.

She started telling me something about work. I don’t remember what. I was only half listening, scrolling through my phone while I waited for him to come back.

It couldn’t have been more than a couple of minutes.

Then I looked up.

The road behind me was dark.

I stopped talking.

My friend kept going for another few seconds before she realized I wasn’t answering.

“Hello?”

I stared into the rearview mirror.

“What the hell?”

“What?”

I turned around in my seat.

There was nothing behind me.

No patrol car.

No headlights.

No taillights moving away in the distance.

No red and blue lights reflecting off the trees.

Just the road.

“He’s gone.”

“Who?”

“The cop.”

I turned farther, pressing my hand against the passenger seat so I could look through the back window properly.

Nothing.

“What do you mean he’s gone?”

“I mean he’s not here.”

I checked my side mirror.

Empty road.

I rolled my window down a little farther and leaned toward it, looking behind me as if maybe the car was somehow sitting in a blind spot.

There was nowhere for it to be.

The road was narrow there, with a ditch running alongside it. There were no driveways. No turnoffs. Nothing.

If he had driven away, he would have had to pass me or continue down the road behind me.

Either way, I would have seen his lights.

I would have heard his engine.

I would have noticed the red and blue flashing across the inside of my car disappear.

I hadn’t noticed anything.

One second I had been looking at my phone with a police car sitting behind me.

Then I looked up and it was gone.

My friend was asking me what was happening, but I barely heard her.

I looked at my window.

It was still down exactly as far as I had rolled it when he walked up to my car. Just a crack. Enough to hear him and slide my license through, but not enough that I would have felt comfortable with him reaching inside.

Then I looked at the passenger seat.

My purse was sitting there, wide open.

My wallet was beside it.

Open.

I could see the empty slot where my license belonged.

A cold feeling moved slowly through my stomach.

“He has my license.”

My friend went quiet.

“What?”

“My license. He took it.”

“Okay,” she said, and her voice changed. “Stay on the phone with me.”

I picked up my wallet anyway.

I checked the slot.

Empty.

I checked behind my credit cards. Then I dug through my purse even though I knew there was no reason to.

I had given it to him.

I remembered pulling it out.

I remembered sliding it through the window.

I remembered him holding it beneath his flashlight.

I remembered him looking down at it and then back at me.

I remembered him saying, “Wait here.”

Then he had turned and walked back to his car with it.

There was nothing fuzzy about any of that.

I hadn’t fallen asleep.

I hadn’t imagined being pulled over.

The evidence of it was all around me.

My window was still cracked.

My purse was open.

My wallet was out.

My license was gone.

And less than a minute earlier, my entire car had been glowing red and blue from the lights behind me.

Now I was sitting alone on the side of a dark road.

“I don’t like this,” I ...

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