As they neared the outskirts of the town Marie said, “Look, there’s a barricade ahead. How exciting! You’ll have to stop.”
Raven eased the gun loose in its shoulder−holster and stopped the car a few feet from the swinging red light.
Three State troopers came up to the car. Two of them carried Thompsons.
Raven felt his mouth go dry, but he kept his head.
Marie leant out of the window. “What is it?” she asked.
They played a powerful light on her and then turned it on Raven, who had quickly removed his hat.
“What’s the trouble, officer?” he asked. “I wasn’t goin’ too fast, was I?”
“Let’s have a look at your papers, buddy,” the State trooper said, resting his foot on the running−board.
Raven noticed that the other two troopers had relaxed and were no longer pointing their guns at him.
He produced his papers. “Here you are,” he said.