Bust

"Get your hands up, and back away from the vehicle!" an authoritative voice barks, amplified by a bullhorn. My heart skips a beat as I see the wall of blue coming towards me, their hardened expressions making it clear that they mean business. My eyes instinctively go to Trent, bu he has already bolted, abandoning me to face the police on my own.

Half of the officers give chase. I raise my hands, trying to project an air of calm. "Listen, officer, I'm not involved in whatever this is about. I was just picking up a friend when this whole thing went down." Sirens wail in the distance, and more law enforcement vehicles descend on our location.

"Jezebel Jones," says an overweight man with a seventies porn mustache, wearing a rumpled brown suit. "I'm Detective Dusty Valentine of the YCSD Vice Squad." My stomach drops as the words sink in. "You're under arrest for possession and distribution of a controlled substance." I wonder how he knows my name.

It's clear that they're not buying my story, and my chances of convincing them otherwise are slim. My heart thuds against my chest as the realization that I've been set up sinks in. Someone, or something, doesn't want me to solve this case. This betrayal burns, but it also fuels me. I can feel the air growing thick around me, suffocating me.

As the police officers move in with their firearms aimed right at me, my hands slowly lift, showing my intent to cooperate. My eyes dart between them, searching for any sign of weakness. I know the law doesn't work in my favor, and this situation looks pretty bad. I am sure that Trent has Adderall in his car, and that they will find it. I am up shit creek!

In that brief moment, as time seems to slow down, I mull over my options. I could lunge at the officers, using my supernatural strength to my advantage, and try to overpower them. Or perhaps I could try to make a run for it, but they know the city all too well, and the odds of me actually escaping their grasp are slim. Then there's the final option, surrendering, biding my time, and waiting for the moment when I can slip this noose and get back on the trail of the real culprits.