She Called The Police Over A Uniform—And Regretted It

He didn’t bark. He asked. “Ma’am, do you have identification?”

Sophia nodded once. She reached slowly, deliberately, and pulled out a card.

Ruiz’s eyebrows shot up. The card wasn’t a driver’s license. It was thicker. Official. Too official. Gold embossing. Ruiz’s mouth tightened as he read it. He looked at Hayes and his voice dropped.

“Hayes. You need continue reading …