You put your hands
behind your head and say aloud, “I give up!”
“What? Hello?” says
a voice from between the trees. “Who’s
there?”
Walking toward the
voice, you say “I surrender; I’m tired of running.” As you say this, you nearly trip and fall
onto the cop, but manage to catch yourself as you realize your hands aren’t
actually bound.
“Um, why are you
surrendering?” the cop is tall and very dark skinned. Definitely not one of the ones you met at the
station earlier. “I’m just making sure
you’re alright. You looked pretty scared
when you ran past my car. Who’s chasing
you?” It looks like he really doesn’t
know.