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RECKLESS
EYEBALLING
N. K. JEMISIN
Black female, approximately midthirties, alone. Driving a hundredthousand-dollar Tesla? Yeah, Carl would’ve stopped her regardless.
Casually dressed. Not light-skinned or pretty enough to be some
wealthy man’s side piece.
“What seems to be the problem, officer?” she asks as he comes up to the
window. Hands in clear view on the steering wheel, no expression on her
face. No smell of weed or anything else illicit, but he’ll find something.
There’s always something, when he sees the eyes.
“License and registration, please,” he says.
“Is there some reason you’ve pulled me over? I’m pretty sure I wasn’t
speeding.”
“License,” he says, slowly but (always!) politely, “and registration.”
She hesitates a moment longer, the silence between them punctuated by
the windy drone of passing cars. Carl could take her in on the hesitation
alone—obstruction or maybe resisting—but he waits. He’s a patient guy.
After a moment, she takes her hands off the wheel, slowly. “I’m going to
reach into the pocket here on my car door,” she says. “I keep my
registration and other information in a small folio there. May I pull it out?”
“Be my guest,” Carl says, amused. So many “how to talk to police”
videos on TikTok these days.
She hands him two cards. One is the registration, which is current. The
other is her license, also current—and stuck to it, apparently by chance, is
her membership card for the National Lawyers Guild. Also current.
He glances at her. She gazes off down the gently curving length of the
interstate, as if unconcerned about his presence or whatever he might think
of her little “Do you know who I am?” play. That’s not important, though.
Where is her phone? Most drivers keep it on the seat or in the console next
to them, or attached to a dash cradle. If it’s out of sight…Carl’s state allows
one-party recording. Best to assume the worst.
So he hands back the woman’s documents. “Thank you, ma’am. You
have a nice day.”
She looks fully at him for the first time, still with that neutral face—but
her eyes are cold. Truth always lies in the eyes. “Can you tell me why you
pulled me over, Officer…Billings?”
“Well, I can see them now, but at first I thought there was an issue with
your headlights.” He moves away from the window, around to the front of
the car. Her headlights are still on, and he’s familiar with what this make
and model should have: LEDs with a white rim, inward-slanting. What’s
actually on the front of this woman’s car are prettier than LEDs, and slylooking. They shift to follow him as he moves into their range. Brown
irises, just like those of the driver, and just as cold. No blinking, no ducking
his gaze, just a steady, sharp stare back. Whatever she’s up to—because it’s
always something—this bitch is ready for him.
He could take her in anyway. His dashcam is off, “malfunctioning.”
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