I think I saw her this evening. My wife, Tos, and I were eating dinner before we heard sirens and saw the blue and red lights in front of our house.
The badges pulled over a car with three young Black adults. We moved from the living room window to the screened-in porch we kept dark, sitting on the benches and watching it go down.
They pulled the driver, a woman, out of the car.
The passengers, guys, got out and complied. They were all searched then told to sit against the marked cruiser.
One flashlight watched them while the other three combed through the car. We watched them scan the dash, under the front seats and inner panel before moving their search to the back.
The young folks seemed more annoyed than scared.
The flashlights popped the trunk and went to work. They didn’t find anything. That was obvious, when they let the driver and her friends back in their car.
Then that’s when it happened.
Smoke. Lots of it. The young driver pulled off and left the badges to figure out how their cruiser overheated.
And all we knew, Tos and I, was that they better not come to our door, asking for water.