Lowering the window with a wave of her hand, Charlotte Thompson heard the traffic officer raise his voice, "Please present your documents." New ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄhapters are published on NoveIＦire.net
At his word, Charlotte’s eyes flickered, and she immediately turned to dig out her ID and driver’s license from her bag.
After the officer finished reviewing them, he handed them back to her. Bending over, his nose twitched as he glanced at Charlotte with a hint of caution, asking, "What’s that smell... have you been drinking?"
Upon his words, only then did Charlotte react.
Her heart skipped a beat, her pupils slightly dilating as she guiltily averted her gaze.
How could she have forgotten about this, she had squandered all her elementary school’s traffic safety lessons.
Touching her nose with a touch of annoyance, Charlotte eventually nodded her head truthfully, admitting her mistake: "Yes, I had some drinks, I forgot about drunk driving."
The traffic officer’s eyes bulged at her words.
Driving while this drunk?
The officer promptly had Charlotte sit in the passenger seat, and getting into the car, he drove straight to the detention center.
Charlotte was forcibly detained in the station. Sitting on the harsh, cold bench, she sobered up quite a bit.
As she had admitted her mistake voluntarily, the officer didn’t give her a hard time, although he did thoroughly lecture her for over an hour.
Afterwards, he asked Charlotte for her family’s phone numbers.
Charlotte flipped through her contacts, her fingers hovering over Justin Battleson’s number for a few seconds, before sliding down to give the officer Jordan Thompson’s number instead.
Not long after, the door to the police station was pushed open, with Jordan Thompson rushing in, clumsily wearing flip-flops.
Spotting Charlotte on the bench, his pupils somewhat dilated as he worriedly asked, "Sis, are you okay?"
Shaking her head, Charlotte looked up to see Jordan bolting towards the police officer behind the desk, starting to berate him, "How can you handle things , my sister is a law-abiding citizen, what is this about arresting people without cause!"
At his words, Charlotte’s heart leapt in her chest.
She helplessly ran her hand through her hair, interrupting, "Jordan, what are you doing?"
After a slight pause, she admitted resignedly: "They didn’t arrest me without reason, I did break the law by drunk driving."
Jordan looked shocked, his eyes wide with surprise, "Sis, what got into you, to even start drunk driving?"
Knowing she was in the wrong, Charlotte remained silent hanging her head.
The duty officer in front of them watched Jordan leisurely, and the latter flushed, going on to formally apologize.
In the end, he cautiously asked, "Officer, it’s quite late now, can we leave?"
At his words, the duty officer snorted coldly, "Seeing how you are no more dependable than your sister, you two are causing me a headache... Sit back down on your chair and call someone else."
At those words, Jordan’s face changed instantly. He looked at the officer with tearful eyes, pleading, "Officer, can you let me off this once, I’m really reliable..."
Seeming to not care for his babbling, the officer simply lowered his gaze back to his newspaper.
"Officer, look at my ID, I am an adult!"
The officer continued to ignore him.
His face falling, Jordan ended up dialing Henry Thompson.
Before long, Henry resolved the matter with a single call. Although, both Charlotte’s and Jordan’s cars were impounded, with the officer ordering Jordan to come back and retrieve them the next day.
Left with no choice, the two of them trudged forward, shivering in the cold wind.
Having just rained, the cold air still carried a damp scent. Charlotte sniffed, tightening her coat around her, suddenly feeling an overwhelming sense of irony.
She had inexplicably gotten herself into a drunk driving incident, even dragging Jordan down with her, forcing them both to walk home.