Free TYCE 3 by Shareef Jaudon Page B

stand there and not to move.
“Can you tell me why you pulled me over. I wasn’t breakin’ any laws or anything.”
“We got an anonymous tip that you were transporting drugs in this vehicle. I’m just following up that possible lead. I’m Officer Blake and I’m just here to detain you. The K-9 unit will be here shortly.”
    I blinked my eyes rapidly and shook my head not believing what I just heard come out of his moustache covered mouth.
“Drugs! What the fuck you mean drugs!? I don’t sell or carry no fuckin’ drugs!” I barked at him.
“Your car matches the description given by the anonymous caller. Is your name Angelique Dupree?” The officer looked at me.
“Yes!”
“Can I see your identification please?”
“It’s in my car in my purse.”
Officer Blake instructed me to put my hands on the hood while he retrieved my purse from the passenger seat. He watched me the whole time making sure I didn’t try to run. After he looked at my driver’s license he placed it in the pocket of his shirt.
“Do you have anything on you that I should be aware of?”
“No I don’t have anything on me!”
    The skin tight jump suit I had on left no room to hide anything.
“Empty your pockets for me and place the contents on the hood of your car.”
    My nostrils flared. It was to fucking hot outside to have to deal with this bull shit!
“I don’t have anything in my fuckin’ pockets and there aint no fuckin’ dope in my car either!”
“Ms. Dupree, am I cursing at you?” The officer approached me.
“No you’re not.”
“Then I would appreciate you calming down and not cursing at me. I’m just doing my job.”
“And I’d appreciate if you would believe what the fuck I’m tellin’ you, but we can’t always get what we want now can we?” I rolled my head to make my point.
    Just as I said that a holice issued SUV rolled up and parked behind the patrol car. A Hispanic Officer quickly got out of the automobile and opened the back door to let his dog join the curb side party. I watched the biggest German shepherd I’d ever seen approach my car. With his purple tongue wagging-the dog along with the officer started to search my car starting with my front bumper.
“You have no right to search my car!”
    The Hispanic Officer momentarily looked at me.
“If Sebastian indicates a hit we have every right to search you car with or without your consent. Now put your back against the fence and shut up.”
“You shut the fuck up! This is bull shit! I’m not a fuckin’ drug dealer! You punk ass holice officer’s don’t have anything else to do besides harass people all day. Talkin’ ‘bout some bogus ass tip you supposedly got about me. That’s straight bullshit and you know it!”
Officer Blake gently grabbed my arm and moved me toward the fence about six feet away from my car.
    That fucking dog was all in my car sniffing over my seats, my dashboard and my door panels. When the mangy mutt moved from my back seat to my trunk he started to wag his tail rapidly. When the officer moved his pet detective to the back of my ride the dog started barking and scratching at my back bumper.
“We got a positive hit! Good boy! That’s a good boy!” The cop praised his hairy partner.
“Turn around and place your hands behind your back. I’m going to put you in cuffs while we conduct a search of your vehicle.
“Fuck that punk ass dog! I don’t have any drugs in my fuckin’ car!”
I was pissed off and although I didn’t want to show it I was getting really scared. A traffic jam was beginning to form as nosey on lookers applied their brakes to see what was going on. Several people congregated on the corner watching the drama unfold before their eyes.
“Turn around and place your hands behind your back!”
“You’re not about to arrest me for this bull shit!”
              Blake reached for my wrist and I quickly pulled my hand back out of his reach. Again he tried to grab my wrist, but this time he was faster and