Arrest, and more

Melissa was staring intently at the clock and noticed that five of those precious thirty minutes had elapsed with Officer Hendrickson. The Trooper came back and spoke words that Melissa had hoped she would never have to hear.

"Ma'am, please step out of the vehicle. You are under arrest for transport of contraband."

Her heart sank at those words but she nonetheless complied. Surely there must have been some sort of misunderstanding.

Apparently not. Hendrickson had her place her hands behind her back and cuffed them. "You have the right to remain silent," Hendrickson began to read Melissa her Miranda rights. After he was finished he guided Melissa to the back seat of his cruiser and she got in while he fastened her seatbelt for her. He then got in the front seat and spoke into his walkie-talkie.

"I have detained a possible suspect in a mid-sized automobile on the road. I'm bringing her to the station now and am calling for a vehicle impoundment," he said before giving the details on Melissa's car, "Over."

"Roger that, Hendrickson. I still don't want people to give up this manhunt - er, womanhunt - and risk the culprit getting away, so I'll let the others know but tell them to keep searching. Over."

Melissa was shocked at the conversation in front of her.

"Officer, I can swear to you that I have nothing to do with the **** trade. I met this guy at a clinic!" She said, immediately regretting speaking up to law enforcement like that.

"Ma'am, I'd like to believe you," Hendrickson replied, "But this particular person of interest works for one of the most elusive cartels around, you fit the description, and you keep saying this 'date' of yours works at a clinic."

"I DID meet him at a clinic!" Melissa said with increasing exasperation. "He works at a Dentist's and Optometrist's office! He's seen me naked!" Drats! Why did she say that last sentence?

Hendrickson mulled over her comments. People don't get naked at the dentist or optometrist. He must have convinced her to strip so he could put the packet suppositorily. This was getting curiouser and curiouser by the minute.

They arrived at the police station not long after. Hendrickson led Melissa to get her fingerprinted and have her mugshot taken, and then to his office and sat her down by his desk, making sure to lock the door beforehand.

"In case you didn't already know, ma'am," he said "I have detained you on suspicion of carrying illegal substances in your body. Do you understand?"

"Yes, officer," Melissa replied meekly, "I understand."

"As part of the investigation into these charges I need to perform a strip and cavity search on you. Do you understand?"

Melissa was stunned by such a turn of events. But, bemoaning what seemed to be her inevitable fate these days, she muttered "Yes, officer, I understand."

"Thank you, ma'am. I'll need to you disrobe now."