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that.
It was all coming to him now: To assist in a citizen's arrest, the officer had to confirm that the violation in question was a felony punishable by at least a year in jail. If
the guy was claiming speeding and reckless driving with
intent to cause bodily injury, that would be enough for
the officer to place him in custody. Lisa couldn't do a
damn thing except represent him in court Monday. His
stomach still churned, but he felt a sudden burst of
adrenaline. "Let's see what that guy tells him," he said,
watching the cop in his rearview mirror and the van
parked behind it, its windshield a solid black screen.
    "You're not going to jail," Lisa said, watching the scene
from her side mirror. "I'm going to tell him I want to place
a citizen's arrest myself. The guy in the van was stalking us and tailgating us. If that asshole wants to play at this
game, that's just fine with me."

    Brad's mind was racing. Worst-case scenario, maybe
Lisa could contact a local judge over the weekend, get
him to look at the case. Maybe we can get this dismissed
by tonight. Yeah, that's the ticket-
    "He's going to talk to the guy in the van now," Lisa said,
watching from the sideview mirror. Brad watched from
the rearview mirror. The cop stood at the passenger side
of the van as he talked to the guy, who was still hard to
make out due to the dark windshield. They were silent as
they watched the conversation take place. What is he
telling him? Brad wondered. What are they discussing?
The few minutes that the cop spent talking to the faceless
driver in the van felt like five hours.
    Finally, the cop headed back to their car. Brad felt his
gut tighten as the cop drew abreast of the Lexus, placing
the driver's license in his breast pocket. His right hand
went down to the grip of his firearm. "Would you please
step out of the car, ma'am?"
    Lisa cast a fearful, wide-eyed glance back at Brad. The
cop leaned forward, looking directly at Brad. And would
you please place your hands on the steering wheel so I
can see them, Mr. Miller?"
    I can't believe this is happening, Brad thought as he put
his hands on the steering wheel. His heart was racing
madly. I can't believe this fucking asshole is doing this!
    Lisa stepped out of the Lexus. "I would like to make a
citizen's arrest of my own, officer-"
    "Shut up."'Ihe officer leaned toward the open passenger side of the car. Speaking directly to Brad, he said: "I
want you to open the driver's-side door with your left
hand, keeping your right hand on the steering wheel
where I can see it.'

    "Did you hear what I just said?" Lisa's tone of voice was
taking on that righteous pissed-off anger that it tended to
get when she was ignored. "1 said-"
    "I'm telling you to shut up now, or I'll be taking two
people to the Ventura County Jail today." The cop glared
at her, then turned back to Brad, the subject of Lisa's interruption dismissed as he tended to the arrest at hand.
"Now I want you to step out of the car carefully with your
hands over your head where I can see them."
    Brad did what the officer told him, the adrenaline
pounding in his veins. Lisa stood at the side of the road
in shock. When he got out of the car, he saw the officer
standing on the other side of the vehicle, his mirror
shades black and menacing. Lisa looked helpless and
angry. "Put your hands on your head and walk around
the front of the vehicle and come toward me."
    Brad put his hands on his head and walked around the
front of the Lexus on wobbly legs. When his feet reached
the side of the road, the officer stepped forward. "Turn
around."
    Brad turned around and the officer grabbed his wrists,
jerking them behind his back. He felt the cold snap of
steel around his wrists as he was handcuffed. "Now I
want you to sit down while I go and get the person that issued the compliant. Stay here." He helped Brad to a sitting position on the ground, then walked back toward
the van.
    Lisa knelt down beside